MaLuke

Chapter 28

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness. With white shiny things in random places. A lot of white shiny things. They were spread out nicely, making the darkness I saw bearable. I forced my brain to not remember what had happened. It was easier dealing with things like this. I continued to stare at the darkness, willing everything to go away quickly. Maybe this was it. I'd stare at the blackness until I forgot myself.

"She's awake, I think." A voice whispered nearby. I wondered if it was an angel calling me. "Her eyes are open. Give me the bottle of water."

"Are you sure?" Another voice, male, I think. It was hard to tell these things. Most importantly, who were they. I didn't believe in coming back from gte dead, or anything close to such.

"Yes. She's staring blankly out." The same voice said again. I continued to stare into blackness. The first sensation that hit me was cold. I was cold. And I knew. How do people get cold if they're dead? That meant.

I wasn't dead. But that wouldn't explain the black void I was looking at. The one with the shiny specks. The cold was around my face, it spread onto my cheeks and into my eyes. I blinked furiously and my central system came back to life. I sat up instantly.

The black void was gone. Replaced with corrugated concrete slabs on a roof and scattered roofing iron. Scraps of rubbish and piles of untouched dust lay heaped everywhere. I was alive! Was I? I looked back to my left. Meghan stood still, watching me with concern. A water bottle in her hand. The sight made me shiver.

Right! I was freezing.

Somebody came up behind me and wrapped what felt like a hoodie around my shoulders and pulling me into a hug. The wonderful smell of cologne drifted off this strangers body, making me feel right at home. The cologne smelled like Meghan's, it would make sense if she had a hoodie. Definitely not Adrienne.

I wrapped my hands into a ball and held them close to my chest. The person holding me, definitely too tall for me to take it the face, held me even more tightly. The body warmth was passing to me to him. Being pressed to this strangers body, I knew it was male, So that crossed out Meghan.

I felt like I was missing something all of a sudden. I pulled back a bit to identity the stranger with the hoodie. A smile spread across my face as I took in the all too familiar features. His perfectly angled nose and defined cheekbones. The way his lips were so full that my heart leaped in joy when he smiled. And his eyes -kill me- his beautiful brown eyes, despite the low lighting, was shinning in all it's glory. I almost laughed at myself.

Of course this was all part of my consciousness. How could Zayn be alive? How could I be alive too? I don't think I could have survived the three story drop to the concrete below. This was probably my mind tricking me into these scenarios, so I my soul can rest peacefully, or whatever it is these people say.

I reached up to the illusion Zayn and touched his neck. He felt so real, I wasn't ready to let go if him just yet. I would cherish this for the final seconds that my brain could be working. Where his throat was, there was some kind of indent in his skin. I looked carefully to see purple -almost black- bruising going all around his neck.

It was so real. But I just knew it wasn't.

"Okay then. Mind if we get some answers?" The same voice from earlier on said, somewhat irritated on a way. I wondered how my brain was able to come up with all of this.

"Meghan don't push her. She almost died, so her brain is in some kind of shut down mode."The male voice again. "Her brain is in reset, I think, which is why she's takin so long to respond to us."

Reset? Respond? What were they talking about? And the thing about almost died? What did all that mean? Were they talking about me? Brain? I don't understand! I slowly let go of my imaginative Zayn and looked behind me. There stood Meghan, and her boy, Drake.