Uncovered

Chapter 18

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Lighthome - Matt Corby

Ghost Town - Adam Lambert

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

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I stand in the middle of a blank room. Nothing accompanying the blank white walls or floor, not even a single speck of dust. The white of the walls seem blinding to the eye and as though it may scorch them, but I feel nothing, no feeling, just thoughts of it.

I feel something run down my spine sending chills through my body making me slightly uncomfortable and cautious as to what is around me. I begin to lift my foot but stop when I can't lift it, it won't move. I look down at my feet and see something that is similar looking to mud encasing my feet, being the reason that I am disabled at the moment. I bend over, nearly loosing my balance as I do. I reach my hand out touching the unknown substance, it feeling sticking to my touch making me wish I didn't become curious as to what it was.

 I stand back up properly and  clutch on to my chest and let out a silent shrill as I see a person a few metres away from me, but with there back to me.

"Hello?" I asks, curious as to who this stranger may be. I wait a few seconds for a reply but get nothing. 

As I begin to look closer at them the more familiar they seem to be, like I have known them. It might be their broad masculine figure, or the way they are standing, but the main thing that catches my eye is what they are wearing. It's a black leather jacket and as I look closer I see that it is mattered at the selves and at the ends looking as though it could fall apart at any given moment. But then something gives it away as to who it is and I feel as though I could jump out of my skin at any given moment, if I could.

On the back of the jacket is a stitching of a dragon breathing fire, oh I would never forget that jacket. I remember buying it with him, we were only seventeen at the time and we said that we would share it so that we had something that we were both apart of and that we would always remember each other. Of course it was a bit big on me but I never really cared, it was just me and him.

"Tom!" I say in an excited voice, tears of happiness streaming down my cheeks. " Tom, it's me Mackenzie, your best friend." I say and wait for him to say something but yet again nothing. "Can you hear me, Tom it's me." I say the tears beginning to be no longer happy tears but frustrated ones, why won't he talk to me.

I try to move my feet but they won't budge, fucking stupid mud stuff. I just feel like running over to him and wrapping my arms around him, I have missed him so much. I try harder this time trying to pull my feet out, but still they are stuck, I start to rip at the substance around my feet, but the only thing that is happening is that I'm getting the shit on my hands. I try one more time to get my feet out, leaning my body forward, hoping that the pressure I'm putting on it will help me break free and to my  surprise it does but then I end up falling on my face after it from leaning to far forward.

I close my eyes waiting for the pain to invade me from the fall but nothing comes, I feel nothing. I bring my hand up to my nose feeling around it, still having my eyes closed waiting for a slight bit of pain as I touch it but nothing comes. I open my eyes and look at my hand and let out a gasp as I see blood on it. I begin to think it is from my nose but let out a scream when I see blood on the floor in front of me.

I stand up immediately, blood finding its place on the front part of my clothes and body. I feel as though I may faint from too much of the colour red but I don't. I begin to watch as it commences towards where Tom is standing, feeling as though he doesn't now it's behind him at all.