Back to Reality: Niall's Cancer Battle sequel

Chapter Nineteen: Schiz

**I have included a picture of how I see Scarlett (a.k.a Scar) on the side** (:

Chapter Nineteen: Schiz

When I wake up, my body is sore and I know I've been lying still longer than a couple hours. I stretch out my body, rising up as if I had just been unburied from beneath the earth. My body protests as I swing my legs over the bed and stretch out my spine, taking in deep breaths. There is no way to tell time in this room. There are no clocks anywhere that I can see. 

I stand up and shuffle around the small room. The last I remember is sitting with the lads in one of the visiting rooms and then...

And then...

Chaos. The world burst into flames and destruction. My body suddenly transporting out of a room and out onto a street. Car crash. Broken glass. Dead bodies. Death. 

My lungs tighten and my chest heaves and I feel the urge to vomit.

Liam's dead body. Louis' dead body. Zayn's dead body. 

I stumble across the floor, my feet tripping against something solid. I stare down at the dead body of Liam in the middle of my floor. His vacant brown eyes stare upwards at me, almost as if he were alive but I can tell my the lack of color in his skin that he is dead. And he's been dead for a while. 

A small voice in my head tells me that it's not real, but that voice is quickly overcome with the truth of what I see. Liam is dead and on the floor in my room. 

"Help," I try to scream out but it comes out as a tight wheeze. My voice gets trapped in my throat and I claw at my neck as if it'll help let my voice out. "Help!" I try again but it's just a insignificant noise. My heart beats louder than my plea for help. 

I scramble backwards, my eyes never leaving Liam's unmoving body. My back hits a wall and knocks a couple things over. My eyes skirt to the door and I think about making a dash towards it, but I know it's locked. It won't open even if I tried. 

But I have to try. 

I jump over the body in the middle of the floor and grab the bar handles that go down vertically along the door. It's a square opening, almost like a window, but instead are made out of bars. "Help!" My vody heaves with the attempt to scream, but it doesn't work. Why doesn't it work?!

I bang at the door, trying my hardest to break out. I push and pull at the bars, shaking it with as much strength as I have. I scream. Or at least in my head I'm screaming. I don't know if any sound ever leaves my mouth. 

"Niall." 

I freeze as my name is whispered against my neck. I can feel hot breath on my skin, trailing down my shoulders into my shirt, burying itself into me. I want to cry and shut my eyes, to hide away from the truth. 

But I can't. 

Not real. Not real. Not real. My mind chants even though I don't believe myself. It's real.

"Niall." My name is breathed out into my left ear, so close that I can practically hear the small click of the tongue on my name. My body starts shaking with fear. My hands close around the bars with such an intense grip that I can see my knuckles turning white. 

"Niall." 

I want it to go away. I want it to stop. I want my mind to shut down and for me to faint. If I faint then these thoughts have to go away. They have to stop. 

"NIALL!" My name is screamed and this time I scream as well, the sound clawing it's way out of body so violently that I can feel the burn start up in my chest. I scream and scream again, loving the way it sounds in my ears, blocking out the calling of my name.