Forever Dead (On Hold)

Chapter Twenty One

Kat's P.O.V

I was helpless, being dragged away from everything. I was helpless from everything. All that ran through my mind was both Robin and Jane's faces as they died helplessly. I was a monster, I could have saved both of them but I didn't I just stood and watch as they died. I was a murderer and my victims were my friends. I was a threat to everyone, no wonder why everyone left me. It was all just  cover to make me feel better.

 I wanted to sigh but I couldn't my breath was missing from my lungs, but I'm still breaking, my heart stopped playing a repetitive tune but I was still living, I was alive but I felt so dead.

Words to me were nothing and meant nothing, just a jumble of sounds that should in theory collide together to make a word and form to make a sentences. Where these words originated from was a mystery to me and one that I didn't care for.

The words didn't stop but my understanding of the words did. I was lost in my crazed world with guilt and regret piling up on my shoulders every second. And each time I would replay to scenes in my mind: Their deaths. I could scream if my voice was there and I would run if I had any control over my body. All I wanted was for all this madness to stop so I can be me, a nervous teen trying to get the best I could so I finally leave. That would never happen, I was stuck in this mess, with people who I had emotionally attached myself to, even those who I didn’t care much for, I would be distraught if they died.

Alan's P.O.V

I held her in my arms, running through the empty streets. She had gone insane, nothing showed in her eyes not even a sign of life. The only thing reassuring me that she was still living was her subtle heart beat and her shallow breathing. Night grew close and I was panicking, what if she is stuck in in this traumatic coma? What if we never found everyone else? I won’t lie I wanted to see Megan or another face, not those of the people I am stuck with.

“Alan, we have to camp, maybe Kat will come back to us? Also it is too dangerous at night, Kat is the only one with combat training and she has gone brain dead” Rachel called up. I turned to face the blonde, rage flaring in my eyes. I shook my head, we were going to carry on until Kat awoke, and the sooner we leave England the safer everyone would be.

“You want the best for everyone, and at the moment your main priority is waking Kat up” I stopped dead in my tracks. “News flash, I doubt she is going to be back any time soon and she won’t survive long if we don’t” Dylan argued back. He made a good point and there was no winning against it. I sigh in defeat.

“Fine, we’ll hide out in an abandoned shop”

Kat's P.O.V

Everything is dark, why is it so dark, I’m alone. So alone and so cold. Trapped forever in an eternal nightmare, with nothing not even a single thought to keep me occupied and to lighten the dark I was in.

Noises, music and screams. Nothing else, I wanted it to go away, I wanted to grab my head and scream, scream back to the noises in my head. I tried to grab my head and wind it around my finger but there was nothing there, I tried to move my hand into my vision, I saw nothing. I was nothing, not even a soul. I panicked, trying to move from the spot I was stuck on, I was just stuck, encased between invisible walls.

This can’t be happening this can’t be happening; I’ve gone insane, I know it. Next thing I know I will be going on a murderous rampage for not reason what so ever. I will have no motive except my own happiness. I tried to scream and shout, to try and escape my dark prison. Dark in both lighting and mood, there was no escaping my prison I had created in my mind. It was always going to be my downfall. I just never saw it coming.

The time I had gave me time with my thoughts, never a good idea; it gives me too much time to think things through, to truly drive me crazy. I had logical ideas for everything, created new endings to life and then explained their flaws and how they would be deemed impossible. Every memory I ever had would rush to me, bringing a tear to my eye, rage to build in my mind or make me aggressive towards the one person that taught me so many lessons but made my life a living hell. This apocalypse is nothing compared to what he made me go through. I hated to say his name or even be around someone named anything similar. My step-father, I don’t even count him as my family, he may be the father of my two sisters but he was not related to me, I could hate him as much as I liked and no one would care, everyone would listen to me rant on about this man, how he would abuse my mother and me. He didn’t deserve my sisters.

A/N: I am dedicating this to my dear Bro in New Zealand, I promised you a chapter and here it is. Nicole we all miss you Bro :'(