Alone In The Dark (a Thomas Brodie-Sangster fanfic)

CHAPTER 23 (the ending)

I couldn't tell what I was feeling. A tidal wave of emotions had just crashed into me. I was so confused. I mean, how can they control me? How can they be testing me without me knowing a thing? So many questions danced around my head, waiting for an answer to stop the music.

I sat down on the sofa with the pad in my hand. I decided to sleep on it, so I stumbled upstairs and scrambled into my bed without getting changed.

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I woke up feeling the exact same way as I did last night. I mean, everything in my life has completely fallen to my feet. I had nothing left to live for. The worst that could happen is for me to die, and if I'm honest, that's not such a bad thing. What the heck, I'll go.

I gather my things, well the essentials anyway: a few spare changes of clothes, toothbrush, a spare Tesco carrier bag full of food and some bottles of water. Whilst fumbling around for my keys, I quickly realise that my car is beaten up, and still outside Isabella's mum's house. I guess the train it is. At least it's only to the airport. Grabbing a baggy grey hoodie that was slumped over the back of the sofa, I check to see if I have enough money to last me a train ticket, plane ticket to Florida and left over change for rides from the airport. Mmm £184 probably isn't enough. I don't want to risk it. Scrambling around the house to see if there are any more pound coins or notes. Finally, I've gathered enough money. Well, that's what I think at least.

With my hood up and head down, I slowly walk through the rowdy London streets to an actual train station. I was not getting the tube! I slump down onto a spare seat and sit there silently. It was rather peaceful where I was. All the people that were sat there were either reading, sleeping, or distracted by their phones.

I little girl, probably they age of 6, sat down next to me and for around a minute and a half just stared at me. Every few seconds I would glance over and make awkward eye contact before I retaliate and look back out the window.
She finally opened her mouth to shyly say,"Why are you sad?" I furrowed my eyebrows and stared back at her, bewildered.
"Umm, what?"
"You look sad so I'm asking why? And its pardon, not 'what'. Even I know that" She was quite sassy for a 6 year old.
"Erm right... Yeah sorry... Anyway I don't think you need to know." I said, sternly.
"Fine then." Surprisingly she didn't get up to go back to her mum, instead she just sat there next to me for a bit, before sticking her hand out towards me. "I'm Lucy." She smiled showing her teeth. I took here hand and shook it. "And I'm Thomas." I smiled back, just not as cheesy as Lucy.
"Where are you going, Thomas?" For some reason, she scooted closer to me.
"Umm I'm going to the airport to fly to Florida. Which is in-"
"I know where Florida is. It's in America. I'm not that stupid." She rudely interrupted but instead of being annoyed, I laughed. "Right. Of course you do."
"I too am going to the airport but not to America. Mummy and I are going to Northern Ireland to visit my daddy. My daddy's mummy is very poorly so he's gone to see her and now I'm seeing her too." For a 6 year old, Lucy seems well educated.
"Well I hope your daddy's mummy gets better soon. Where is your mummy?"
"Oh she's somewhere back there. She said I could walk around," She looked back to check if her mum was still there, "Do you feel happier now? I'm good at making people happy. Daddy says it's a gift from God but I don't believe in God. I think he's made up. It's amazing how some people can believe in things so impossible... wait... You don't believe in him do you?"
I chuckled to myself, " No I don't so don't worry, I'm not offended. But even though you don't believe it's a gift from God, making people happy is a very important thing. Keep at it because you've certainly made me happy and I haven't been happy in a long while. Thank you." Thinking about it, I haven't been happy for months.
"Mmm okay. If you say so." Lucy pulled out her arms and wrapped them around my body, giving me a warm hug. I hugged her back in appreciation. As she pulled away, I felt my eyes begin to water but I kept it together.
"Well enjoy your time I Florida. Goodbye Thomas. It was great talking to you."
Before I could say goodbye, she skipped away back to her mum. Without realising, those tears fought their way through and started trickling down my cheeks. I pulled my hood up and turned to the window yet again.

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The plane journey was nothing more than sleeping. I mean, I've been quite sleep deprived recently. It was so peaceful on the plane I took the opportunity to sleep.

As I walk out of the airport I'm surprised to see a tall man mid 30's holding a sign with my name on it. He obviously knew what I looked like as as soon as we made eye contact he started to stroll over to me.
"Hello Thomas. I will be the driver and you will be the passenger. I do not talk when I drive so do not talk to me." His voice had a strong Russian accent to it. Even though he looked quite dainty, he was very intimidating. He guided me to his car, a red Mini Cooper, and drove off without saying a word.

So like he said, there was no talking for the car journey. Though, it was a comfortable silence. I spent most of the time looking out of the window. The sky was so blue with not a puff of white, and the sun scorching down.

We started heading down what seemed to be a country road. There were fields of flowers but must have been over heated as pretty much all of them were dead.  The road turned from Tarmac to dirt and there was no sign of life anywhere. I opened my mouth to say something but shut it quick when the driver glanced at me through the wing mirror.

After another 30 minutes of driving through dead flower fields we reached a tall grey building. It looked extremely out of place. It gave a prison sort of sense. It was guarded by big, bulky army men which didn't help the vibe. The driver got out and rushed my to the front door. He then ran away back to his car. For a man so intimidating to run away I'm pretty sure what's on the other side of the door is not to be messed with.

A blond lady, maybe in her 50's stood at the door "Welcome Thomas. We've been expecting you."

And that's the end. Sorry it's a bit shit. But I really hoped you enjoyed it a little bit....maybe...

I'm starting a new story which is about Dan and Phil called Inevitable Love. So maybe read that when it comes?
Thanks for 2k views. I know it's been a long ass time since I updated. But here it is. The end