The Moon 2 // bradley simpson

six

***  IMPORTANT A/N AT THE END OF CHAPTER ***

<> Skylar's P.O.V <>

The sound of my heels clicking on the hard floor fills my ears as I run through the long corridor. The walls begin to get smaller by each of my strides. A big blue door is in front of me at the end of the corridor and as I run it seems to be getting even further away from me.

My legs ache and tears are softly streaming down my face. The door is suddenly in front of me and I slam into it, making a loud bang. I turn the cold doorknob, opening the heavy door and stepping into a pitch black room.

I turn around to try and get out but the door slams closed behind me, locking me in. I sigh, feeling around the walls in desperate need for some light switch. As I'm looking a tiny light turns on in the middle of the room, revealing a white hospital bed in the middle of the room with a young girl in it.

I walk to the bed, being wary not to trip in anything. My breathing pattern stops when I see that the young girl is Lucie. A heart monitor is next to her bed and I see it suddenly stop. A loud scream leaves my mouth and I run to her, lifting her up by her shoulders.

I begin to shake her as I cry for her to wake up. Her face is pale and emotionless. I pull her close to me, hugging her tightly in my arms. I feel her weight leave my grasp so I look down at my arms and she is gone. Completely gone.

My knees drop to the floor and I tug at my hair, screaming and crying. I hear footsteps from behind me and I turn around quickly. I see my father standing there, staring at me intently. His clothes are dirtied and his face is covered in scratches.

"Dad." My voice is weak and I slowly lift myself back up off the ground. He stares at me blankly, not replying, before turning around and walking off. My first reaction is to run after him but as I try to, my feet become stiff. It's as if two hands are grabbing at my ankles, keeping me and my feet in place.

I look down, watching my feet slowly sink into wet cement. I try to scream out to him but it's as if my voice is gone. Nothing escapes my lips and I watch him disappear into the darkness as I stand there, glued a foot deep in the cement.

I feel helpless and empty. Like even more of me has again disappeared from me. This is a dream. I keep telling myself. It's all a dream. It's not real. But yet it seems so real. The beeping of Lucie's monitor to every scratch on my father's face. It felt too real.

"Skylar?"

"Skylar!"

"Sky. Sky. Wake up." I feel two warm hands take their place on my shoulders, holding me still. I wake up with a loud scream and my eyes jolt open. The first thing I see is Brad's worried face staring down at me. My eyes are wide and I look around me, seeing my whole body is shining with sweat.

You know when a mixture of fear and adrenaline just takes you over and you begin to shake uncontrollably. "Shhh, shhhh, it's alright. It's okay I'm here." Brad pulls me into his chest and I begin to sob in his embrace.

"Luc-Lucie," I begin to say between cries as he holds me tighter, "M-my Dad was th-there. But th-then they were g-gone." I continue to bawl into his chest. He chooses not to say anything but we sit there on the spare bed, him drawing circles on my back from under my pyjama top.

I eventually calm down and release from our embrace, trying not to look him in the eyes from embarrassment. "I'm scared. I'm just so deathly scared of losing the people I love most. I lost my Dad and I could lose Lucie. I lost you." I confess to him and he just shakes his head.