I Didn't Know I Was A Supernatural!

Chapter Seven: Okay, It is so not time, yet.

Emily's POV

I could hear someone talking, but I could not make out what the person is saying. I don't feel anything at all. My limbs are heavy, numb. One thing I can feel, hollowness. It's so dark. I want to scream for help. But I can't find my voice or lips. The darkness is pinning me down. It feels like I'm slowly fazing out. I can't die. I have to fight. Someone told me to fight. I can't seem to remember who. I can't move my body. I can use my mind to fight.

I could use with some memories. The thing is, it's fuzzy. I can't see clearly. All the faces of the people I can't recognise are fuzzy.

I remember being in my own room at home. I started panicking. For some reasons, I started burning. It was...

Keep breathing.

Keep breathing and let go.

I remember those words. As soon I realised what had happened, I started panicking. Again. It seems like the best thing to do for me these days.

"Look, she's responding." Someone beamed next to me. I can hear the voice, very clear and loud. It's almost piercing to my ears. When did I get such hearing.

"See? I told you, she's going to be fine. My little girl." That's mom. Her voice sounds so sweet. It's like she's singing a melody. I feel a hand on mine. It's warm. Very warm. I almost twitched from the hand.

I'm not ready to wake up. I have to know what's going on before I can wake up. As soon as I say that, images flood my mind. The principal, the guy, the Red Fire. Wait. Red Fire? How come I know about this? I lost the thought as soon as it came. What's happening here? Someone is invading my mind.

"Her mind is active. She's fine, Mr James. There's nothing to worry about."

That's Greg. He's here, and he's okay. Which means, he's the one invading my mind. He's got a lot of explaining to do. Him and that guy, Dante. I gasped. Mentally, I hoped. Dante? He can't be... He's alive. He...saved me. I have to know if he's okay.

My eyes pop opened. I looked around me. Three people are here. I'm not in my room.

"Where's he?" My voice sounds like I'm whispering, but I'm sure they can hear me. They all looked at me, not answering my question.

I try again, more clearer this time. "Where's Dante?" I look at Greg specifically. He's not looking at me. That could only mean, he's not okay, or he might be...dead. I try to swallow the lump in throat, but I failed. I wasn't going to sit here, making assumptions. I need to know. I push the blanket and was about to push myself off the bed, when I felt my head spinning. I staggered forward and felt a hand pulling me back to bed. I closed my eyes and focused on breathing.

"Easy, you haven't healed. Just, go easy on yourself. You'll see...Dante." Again, he looks everywhere, but my direction.

"There is something you aren't telling me. What is it?" I looked at him. I forgot my parents were in the room with me.

"I think you should wait till you get better. You aren't in a state to move around the house."

That got to me. Dante saved me. He must be unconscious, wherever he is, for him to not be here. I cannot understand this feeling, but I'm not planning to go against it. I don't know the guy, and I don't hate him. He saved me from...this. I don't know what this is. He's going to explain to me when he's ready. Or when he can. In just one day, so much has happened. I don't understand any of this. I almost killed someone. I don't know what happened to Simon. He must be furious about all of this. I can't imagine how shocked he is. That necklace could have killed him. I touched my neck. It was bare.