Hollows In Time (✔️) | 'Hollows' Book Ⅱ

Chapter Twenty-Seven

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Jameson couldn't have saved me even if he wanted to. His information was all wrong. Somehow, Jameson had acquired faulty data, and, for that reason, I was far out of his reach. So far that I couldn't be saved.

Jameson's eyes seemed to send a message to mine. Are you sure? They seemed to ask. I stared back. And Jameson took three more steps closer. We were about ten inches apart. I inhaled, exhaled, and then faced the map.

I placed the red pin about half a centimetre away from my house. And then I pulled out all the other red pins, and created a circle around my house, layering the circling up five times thick, until the red reached the edge of town. I frowned. Jameson's map didn't go any farther.

"Do you have the other half?" I asked him, turning to see his body right next to mine. My breath got caught. Jameson noticed this.

"Sorry." He said, stepping back. Then frowned up at the map. He scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, if I can remember correctly." His eyes travelled over to his cupboard and he walked over to it, getting down onto his knees to push his hand underneath it. He pulled out an A3 sheet.

He showed it to me when he reached me. And there it was. The place where my life fell apart.

"Tack it on." I ordered to him as I collected more red pins. When I turned around, Jameson had carefully aligned the maps so that I could carry on my pin-marathon.

There was a lot of space between the red pins around my house and the pin I stuck about ten centimetres to the left. The first place I remember being. Jameson watched as I took another red pin from my palm and stuck it to another place, about fifteen centimetres diagonally upwards from my last pin, on the edge of another surrounding town.

I picked up another pin and placed it about five centimetres down from that pin. I tried to ignore the memories that stabbed at my palms as I did so, then I realised that some of the pins had actually dug into my flesh as I clenched my fist. I unclenched it and tried to hide the wounds from Jameson.

And then I was stuck. I gnawed on my lip, turning to face Jameson.

"Where did you find me?" I asked him. Jameson's eyes met mine and the hesitation was crystal clear. I watched in his eyes, seeming to be imagining all the images he would've seen that night, just flashing in his sapphire eyes like a malicious mirage.

"Sky, are you sure?" He asked, the uncertainty perfectly evident on his face.

I nodded. "There isn't anything you can't tell me that I won't already know, except for this, but I need you to tell me." My voice seemed strain, as if I was about to get down on my knees and beg. But I didn't need to. His resolve crumpled and he sighed, shoving a hand in his jean pocket. He pulled out a note.

"Here are all the details." He handed it to me reluctantly, eyes watching me closely as I took it into my hand. I moved so that I could place the pins on the table next to Jameson's door. It was then that Jameson saw the cuts on my hand. He did a double-take and swore.