Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 62.

Almost like a movie.

I was in a dream like state, surrealism is all that could explain it.

I was in the back of the truck again, on the way to Niall and Greg's family mansion on the hill.

Emily, Jackson, Steven, and Alex all sitting there with me while I clean my knife.

I couldn't move, speak, or do anything but sit there and watch. Small specks in my vision like glitter in a camera when unfocused, a shimmering sound somewhere in the back of my head, as the scene plays out before me.

Over and over again.

"Danielle, with a negative attitude like that, one day fate is gonna hit you like a knife to the stomach."

I actually have no clue whether I'm actually alive or not. Maybe this is what heaven looks like, I mean, I never was really religious anyway.

This afterlife just there to remind me how much of an idiot I was in front of my friends, and how I got myself killed just by having a negative attitude.

Or maybe this was a dream and I'll wake up soon in class, Jackson throwing an eraser at me or something, maybe.

I want to mentally slap myself so badly. Walking straight up to the enemy, getting right in her face like a fucking rebel or something, I did this to myself. I did this to everyone.

But then again there I go.

My negative mind impacted most of my friends to get hurt, and this lesson before is trying to tell me just that.

I don't know how long it feels from here. Could be anywhere from five years to five minutes by now, and that's a hell of a long time.

Something irks the back of my head, and I try desperately to strain my ears to listen, but only hear tiny whispers, far from wherever my mind is now.

Quietly at first, but gradually getting louder as the scene progresses on just one more time.

"What do we do." I make out from the long whispers somewhere in my head, and I can't quite tell who's voice it may be.

"There's still –.... pulse." I make out from another sentence, trying my hardest to distract myself from the movie in front of me and towards the voices at the back of my mind.

Then the movie slows, Josh's words getting deeper and more and more like a car running out of gas, or maybe a toy running out of batteries.

But in a flash my eyes were opening, just darkness turn't to a room. A white room, just a few splashes of color thrown around in different places that I just can't quite make out yet.

Niall and Jackson stand at the edge of where I lay, just a few feet away, and as much as I'd like to shoot up and ask where I am, I can only move my head from side to side and groan intensely.

The movement of my body feels awkward, as if I was a statue, after watching that scene in the truck and not being able to move for so long.

I moan quietly, and a heavy weight on the side of my bed scurries quickly, over my face, and looking at me worryingly.

"She's waking up!" Thomas's honey brown eyes stare into mine, looking back to the couple who had been arguing in front of us.

Both of them also run to my side, just as Thomas had seconds ago.

A few clicks and more hurries of feet enter whatever room contains me, and Kaya's big blue eyes stare at me from across the room, her giant black curls coming off of of her head and over her shoulders beautifully.

"Hey!" Her lifted voice speaks to me, immediately making me feel just a bit warmer toward her attitude.

"Hi." I try to chuckle out carefully, nearly going into a fit of coughs, although my voice was only barely a whisper.

Kaya smiles down at me, her white teeth shining brightly at me, and my heart smiles back.

"What happened?" I cough out, my mouth dry and confusion laces between my words.

"It's okay. You're okay." She rubs my dark hair out of my face and flashes her white smile at me again. "We took them down, but–"

My heart lurches at the pause in her sentence, 'but'? Of course we didn't make it out that easy. The image of all of the men and women standing there with guns and weapons prepared to shoot down every single one of us. There was no way anyone could have made it out untouched.

"Andrea punctured your abdomen, but it didn't go all the way through and luckily; with Thomas here, you're alive." She looks over to the boy on the other side of me, before reverting her eyes back to me. "Not all of us made it." And those were the words that haunted me the most, and I wanted to scream out with every last piece of life I had.

Then the realization hit me and why I couldn't move. Sure getting stabbed right in the abdomen was painful, but it seemed as if those words hurt more than anything.

"Who?" I stutter, my voice barely even able to make out words, not even caring about my own health here in the moment.

"You fell to the ground, and then came Niall and Jackson to your side in order to help and Steven took no time to shoot Andrea right then and there." She pauses, looking at the bed sheet as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "Gunfire erupted, and we were all being shot at almost immediately, Niall and Jackson both carried you inside the walls, but also had all the attention on themselves."

"Who did we lose." I close my eyes and wait for the answer. The most important people in my life all staring at me inside of my eyelids, and I just wait for the calling of their name.

"Allison." She almost whispers, and as fast as a jet, the girl who was lined up with the others in my head, loses the light in her eyes, falling away obliviously.

My heart feels for Steven, and how close he'd gotten with Allison, how affectionate he'd felt with her. She was gone and now yet another piece of his is going to be torn; he's probably broken.

"She blocked the gunshots in order to save you." She tries to smile but I could hear her voice shaking like an earthquake.

"Hey asshole–" Jackson voice whispers from behind Kaya, and I turn my head, just now remembering the other two voices whom I'd heard first in my dream.

His hand grabs mine, and Niall sits behind him also, not saying a word. His cheeks are red and his blue eyes stand out in their glossy mess. He'd been crying.

I focus on Jackson again, as he squeezes my hand and rubs the inside carefully.

"You're okay."