Living London (An AmazingPhil and Danisnotonfire fanfiction)

Chapter 45: The Cellar

*Rachel POV*

I was guided down a long hallway with no windows or doors and then down a long series of steps. I felt myself searching for a way to look outside. I wanted to find something familiar, something calming, but there was nothing. An officer walked behind me. I never liked people to follow me like that, so I felt even more nervous than I was before. I could feel my feet dragging behind.

I was urged to walk faster. I nodded quickly, and almost started running. Fear.

I didn't know why I was here.

There was a room at the end of the hallway. Everything was dark, only lit by artificial, dim lights, that seemed lifeless. I was made to enter.

The door shut loudly behind me, and I didn't even flinch.

I could hear my heart beating now, and feel my chest pulsing. I took my last glimpses of outside in my mind, trying to remember what each beam of sunlight looked like. I felt the warm breeze that would be my last vivid imagining of it. I returned to the staleness of the grey room.

There was a line of five people, standing up straight. They didn't turn at the sound of the door. I looked around for answers, but no one seemed to know I was there.

The officer grabbed my arm roughly and put me in the line. I couldn't refuse.

I stood in silence in the line for what seemed like an eternity. It was cold. This room could have been a cellar at one time, now that I thought about it.

The door boomed, but I didn't turn my head.

I heard footsteps. I was sweating now. I started breathing uncontrollably.

Two figures appeared in front of my face. One was the detective. One was someone I did not know. They looked at me like a display, examining what I was.

There was a pause. The two stepped back to have the entire line of people in their line of sight. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"It was her," the stranger said. He was speaking in a low tone, but the room was beyond quiet, and it felt like he was yelling at me. "She was the one who went up into the building with Abby before the shout. It was her."

I opened my eyes. His finger was pointing directly at me.

"What?" I said involuntarily. Guards came dashing at me. They grabbed my arms firmly. I couldn't move. "This is a mistake. I've never harmed Abby in my life."

"Didn't you?" The guy said.

Wait. I know him. He's...

Suddenly the guy's face came to my memory. It was James.

"James- It was-"

"You are under arrest for willful murder. You are not obliged to say anything, but whatever you say will be put into writing-"

"James! No! You can't!"

I was stuttering over words. I couldn't think. Everything was moving quickly.

The guards dragged me out of the room.

When the door shut behind us, all I could see was black.

I woke up, gasping for breath.

I shivered as I forced myself to sit up, afraid of my own pillow. My hair stuck to my face, covered in sweat. I looked around the dark room wildly. Everything was dark. Everything was dark. Where am I? Where am I?

I rushed to turn on the lights, realizing I was not in my own room.

I was in Dan and Phil's guest room.

I felt myself gasp in relief. Then I threw up on the floor.

I clutched my own head between my hands, and started talking to myself loudly. I couldn't get her out of my head. She wouldn't leave. I killed her, I killed her, I-

I passed out on the floor in my own vomit.

I woke up to a gentle touch on my back. I turned and opened my eyes to see Dan above me, staring at me with his two brown eyes, the light of the room forming all around him in white light. I wasn't sure if I was dead. I was sure if I died, this would be something I would see.

Everything moved slowly.

He cried a little, and I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't speak. I didn't know how to.

He picked me up for a second and rocked me in his arms a little.

I stared at what was happening around me, not knowing if I was feeling anything.

Dan looked over to the side. I wondered who was there. I couldn't ask him.

He held me a little more, and I didn't know how much time had passed.

Then, he handed me away. I felt myself floating away from him. Then his face was hanging over mine. And then it was gone.

There was black.