Stolen

Chapter 20: Stolen

Your POV

Dust. All you were aware of was the overwhelming dust, it clogged your throat, stung your eyes and coated your face. There was nothing in sight, it was completely noir. In a frantic panic you tried your best to remain calm depending on your other senses, but they were blurred from the thunderous pain pulsing from your right leg.

It felt numb from about the middle of your upper thigh, but then there was a sharp drumming agony coming from the lower part of your leg, you feared it was broken. Then there was also the rest of your limbs feeling bruised along with a cold liquid running from your forehead.

Forcing yourself to calm down you tried to steadied your breaths, which were had to take because of the dust, and focus on your other sentences. Anything but the pain throbbing all over. Everything smelt like timber and plaster, all you could smell was the dust. But the most frightening thing being that there was no sound.

"Hello?" you called out in a dry weak voice.

Nothing.

"Hello!?" you called again, your voice still barely audible.

Your ears dropped to your scalp, burying your face in your arms you winced as she brushed the bruises on your arm. Your leg was becoming unbearable and your head was now throbbing to the beat of your rapid heartbeat. The tears streamed down but you barely had it in you to cry out tiny sobs.

Why did the ceiling collapse? Was it the Rosy they were talking about...?

But you were too tired and too scared to even think about that, that name 'Rosy' meant nothing to you. You just wanted things to go back to normal. But what was normal? Was normal the restless nights comforted by Shadow? The gentle days in the orphanage, or was it those long dead and distant days with your parents?

You didn't know anymore. All you did know was that moments ago you had been intending to tell Shadow how you felt, and now you didn't even know where he was or how badly he was hurt.

"Shadow...."

You wanted nothing more than to feel safe again in his arms.

"(Y/N)!?"

Your head bolted up at the sound of your name. It was very muffled but you still heard it, you had to be at least slightly close to the surface of the scraps of the ceiling. Ignoring your sandpaper you throat you desperately called out.

"Hello!?"

"(Y/N)!? Where are you!?"

It sounded like Amy!

"I'm over here!"

"Call out one more time! I've nearly got you!"

"I'm over here!"

Your throat screamed along with your entire body but that hardly mattered, someone had found you! Upon hearing clattering from above more dust began to fall but a crack of light also seeped through, from which you could see the splintered wood, torn wallpaper and smashed furniture that was in front of you.

All of which, miraculously somehow hadn't completely crushed you. But as Amy above shifted the rubble more parts threatened to fall on top of you.

"Be careful!" You warned "The debris is going to crush me otherwise!"

But then Amy's voice came back in a laugh. "Oh, don't worry." she chimed "They cast a spell so I wouldn't accidentally kill you."