Lost In The Darkness {Edited}

Chapter~49

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I would have updated earlier, but I literally woke up around 6:30 in the evening and my mum gave me breakfast at 7. Anyways,

*READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*

Lucas's POV: [Yes, he is alive..]

Dr. Amara's gaze pierced through me like a shaft of sunlight through a dense forest, illuminating every shadowed corner of my soul. "How are you, Lucas?" she inquired, her voice a symphony of concern and professional detachment, like a modern-day oracle seeking to unravel the mysteries of the human psyche.

In response, I released a heavy sigh, as if I were exhaling the burdens of a thousand lifetimes. Within me, a tempest raged, a tumult of emotions that threatened to overwhelm my fragile facade. My fingers danced nervously, betraying the inner chaos that gripped me as I struggled to find my voice. "I'm... not well, Amara. Not at all." I confessed, the words quivering on my lips like leaves in the wind.

Dr. Amara's countenance softened, a fleeting glimpse of empathy flickering in her eyes, "Does it have anything to do with your bruised face?" she inquired, worry creeping into her voice.

"I don't know... It's just..." My words faltered, stumbling over the tangled mess of thoughts in my mind. Defeat draped over me like a heavy cloak, pulling me down until I slouched, hands burying my face in a gesture of sheer despondency. I was in a state of utter despair, with no way out.

Dr. Amara's voice cut through the suffocating silence like a lifeline. "It's alright, Lucas. Take your time," she soothed, her words a gentle reminder that I wasn't alone in the darkness.

"I'm scared, Dr. Amara. I am terribly scared. I am sinking down and down, with no hope to swim." I confessed, the weight of my words hanging heavy in the air, a raw admission of vulnerability.

Her eyes softened with understanding, a silent invitation to pour out my fears. "Why are you scared? Are you in trouble, Lucas?" Her question was a lifeline urging me to confront the shadows that haunted me.

"No... It's just... I don't know how to say this..." My voice faltered, each word heavy with the weight of an unbearable truth. "I think my family's in danger, and I'm terrified for them. I don't know if I have what it takes to protect them."

The admission hung in the air like a poison, a bitter truth that threatened to consume me from within. There was no antidote for the fear that gnawed at my insides, no remedy for the helplessness that gripped my soul.

Dr. Amara's brow furrowed with concern as she leaned forward, her eyes searching mine for answers. "Why do you think that? Did something happen?" she pressed, her voice tinged with worry.

"They're real, Doctor... They're real," I whispered, the tremor in my voice mirroring the tremor that shook my body, fear coating every syllable as I closed my eyes against the horrors that lurked in the darkness.

"Lucas, I need you to listen to me," Dr. Amara's voice was the only calm in the sea of my thoughts, steady and unwavering. "I need you to tell me exactly what happened. Can you do that?" How she managed to keep her own emotions in check, I couldn't fathom.