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𝙰𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢𝚗 𝚙𝚘𝚟

Me and the others have been here a few times already, but u still haven't gotten over how big this place is...

After we spent a few hours at the hospital, we decided it would be best to all stick together and figure out a plan. Marianna stayed with Tyler at the hospital, and Aiden's parents offered for everyone to crash at Their place till we could figure it out. 

However everyone was still sad and upset about what happened to Y/N.

(The same as in comic)

𝚈/𝙽 𝚙𝚘𝚟

I woke up to darkness, the kind of impenetrable black that presses against my eyes even when they're open. My head throbbed, a dull, persistent ache that seemed to pulse with every beat of my heart. 

I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. 

Panic bubbled up inside me, but I forced myself to take slow, measured breaths, trying to piece together what had happened.

The last thing I remembered was... Tyler. The tree. His smile. Thought of everything being okay.

 The air was cold and stale, carrying a faint, metallic scent that sent a shiver down my spine. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I began to make out the vague outlines of the room around me.

I was lying on a hard, narrow bed, the kind you'd find in a cheap motel or an old, abandoned building. The walls were bare, and the only light came from a single, dim bulb hanging from the ceiling, casting long, eerie shadows. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my side, forcing me to lie back down.

Slowly, I turned my head, trying to take in more of my surroundings. There was a door at the far end of the room, solid and unyielding, with no window or handle on this side. A small table stood nearby, cluttered with various medical supplies—bandages, bottles of antiseptic, and syringes. The sight of them made my stomach churn.

I wasn't alone. I could hear faint footsteps outside the door, the low murmur of voices. Fear gripped me, and I instinctively reached up to my throat, feeling the rough edges of the bandages that still wrapped around it. 

My voice, the voice I had chosen to silence, seemed more lost than ever in this place.

I forced myself to move, to test my strength. My muscles protested, but I managed to swing my legs over the side of the bed. The floor was cold beneath my bare feet, grounding me in this nightmarish reality. I knew I had to find a way out, to escape before whoever had taken me returned. The thought of being at their mercy was unbearable.

But as I tried to stand, dizziness overtook me, and I had to grab the edge of the bed to keep from collapsing. My mind raced, trying to form a plan, but the fog of pain and confusion made it difficult to think clearly. All I knew was that I couldn't give up, couldn't let them win. I had to find a way back to Logan, to my friends, to the life that had been so cruelly interrupted.

With a deep breath, I steadied myself and looked around once more, searching for anything that could help me. The fight to survive had begun, and I was determined not to let the darkness consume me.