Taste That Your Lips Allow ~ Ed Sheeran Fanfic

Chapter 20: Come On Annie

AN

I have had a lot of things going on in my life lately, emotionally and physically, but hopefully that is all sorted now and I will be able to update more regularly. If you’re reading this and didn’t know that this is a chapter not just one story then click the buttons at the bottom to scroll through the chapters :)

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Annie’s POV

My eyelids fluttered open showing me a blurry white space, but only for a few seconds as my eyelids soon fell shut once more. The next time they opened everything was a bit clearer, I could make out the table and chair and the window to my left, dead flowers on the windowsill. But once again my eyes couldn’t remain open for very long and I was re-submerged into darkness. I couldn’t tell how long had passed when I next opened my eyes but I noticed changes in the room: the cards on the table were gone and there was no light shining through the window. I focused as I hard as I could on keeping my eyes open but felt them close once more but just as quickly open again. Huh. This felt so familiar. What was it called? I did it again, open and close my eyes, the more I did it the less I had to think about it.

Blinking. That was it. I was blinking. Why had I forgotten such a simple thing. I suddenly became aware of the dryness in my mouth. Slowly and painfully I released my jaw and winced as the pain tore through my joint. Tentatively I moved my jaw around bringing back the movement to it. I could hear my tongue clicking against the roof of my mouth it was so dry. I tried to think about what I was supposed to do, come on Annie what is it. I concentrated so hard that I felt a sharp pain at the back of my head. Panic flooded through me as I felt my eyes begin to close. I couldn’t go back into the loneliness of the dark. It was useless as the last slit of light vanished from my sight.

Noises. I could hear sounds, but they didn’t sound natural. Too many different sounds, different pitches all working together to make a…a melody. It sounded so familiar. Think Annie, what is it. Soon I heard a more natural sound join the melody but then a louder noise, another person, and the melody stopped. I felt something warm and slightly damp on my cheek. It sent tingles through my body and foreign warmth spread through me. But when I built up the strength to open my eyes the room was empty once more. The light gone from the window, just more darkness outside and inside and inside me.

I could see light through my eyelids and when they opened I found myself recalling from the light, moving my head to the side. I froze. I felt as if ice had been poured down my back. Slowly I turned my head back, exploring this new movement I had. Curiosity flooded through me and I tried moving my fingertips.

My heart rate accelerated in my chest as I felt my hands move. I used my arms and slowly pushed myself backwards so I was in more of an upright position with my head on a pillow. I looked out of the window surprised to see colour on the windowsill. Flowers blossomed out of the pot and a butterfly sat on one of the flower heads. My heart began hammering in my chest. It wasn’t possible. Just days ago they had been dead, no life in the pot. Just then I felt the warm air wash over me. No this wasn’t right. It wasn’t even Christmas yet. There had been cards on my table, I was sure of it. How can this be.

I could feel my heart against my chest as I looked around the room. Really looked this time. This wasn’t my bedroom, this wasn’t my bed, and these weren’t my clothes. Where was I? I tried to calm myself down by looking out of the window. I heard the sound of the door opening and then “Annie?”