Dying for Adam Young (Owl City fan fiction.)

Lonely Lullaby.

A few days later, my brain registered that I was awake, but my eyes were simply to tired to open. 'Since when were my eyelids so heavy?' I asked myself.

My face felt so warm, like I was in a desert, sweating constantly.

"Are you awake?" I heard a voice.

"Mm." I replied and mentally fought with myself to simply stay awake. Such an easy task for most people.

The voice belonged to Becky I think. The girl who met Adam Young and didn't tell me, it must have been so hard to bottle that up.

"Can you speak to me anymore than that? How are you feeling? You look warm!--" She chattered away, expecting a response from me, she really had no idea the pain in just staying awake.

I drifted off eventually I guess, maybe whilst she was still talking, maybe she'd finished already. I genuinely can not remember. Everything aches so much. When was the last time I was out of bed. I'm not comfortable but I have no energy to move, I'm in some lost world all to myself. It's like I'm waiting for something to happen but I don't know what. It's so lonely in this state. So lonely in a world with walls closing in, quickly, all I can do is scream even though no sound seems to come out.

I remember my last talk with Brielle. The very last time I would ever hear her speak. My last visit to the shopping mall. The last thing I ever bought, the last time I handed money over to the shop assistant and took my item.

I hear voices again as I awaken.

Another thing that I'm doing for the very last time.

This time there's something different in the sound of them.

It's not all pain, there's a tinge of happiness. Maybe excitement?

I'm not sure.