Dead... or so they thought

Ch 6. Crystals pov

It had been two days since I'd seen anyone. After the the weird advice from the super hot, super mean, super kidnapper I was left in the room. No one came, no sound was heard, nothing.

I was beginning to get nervous. Struggling against my restraints was draining. I had little power due to lack of food. I had no energy left. Panting I look for an escape.

I searched in vain, for there was no exit anywhere. No vents, no windows, one door.

I spotted a small opening which I figured my air was coming from but it was only big enough to most likely fit my hand through.

"Aha! Finally!"

At hearing the strange voice peirce the silence in my head I screamed. Whipping my head around I saw no one.

"And you're not going to. I'm in your head"

"WHAT THE SHITAKIE MUSHROOMS ARE YOU DOING IN MY HEAD?? AND WHO ARE YOU??" I shrieked into my head.

"Chill your banshee mouth for a sec, jeez I'm offended. I talked to you not even three days ago. " the voice said in a hurt tone.

Racking my brain I tried to find the name of the mystery voice.

"Oh my gosh! Now I feel so bad. I never told you my name! I'm Maria, James's wife."

"Oh the people in my.. um dream thing?"

I heard a  giggle that sounded like the toll of a tiny petite bell. 

"You know you don't have to talk aloud right?? You just look really funny doing that," she said with a humorous tone.

My cheeks heat up in embarrassment as I imagine how insane I must look talking to myself while strapped to a table. 

I hear full blown laughter erupt like a volcano in my mind.

"Just think whatever you want to say. I can hear your thoughts so keep them pg for my sake"

Again my cheeks flame in mortification.

She reminds me a lot of my mother. 

My mother.

My thoughts immediately take a spiral downward as My eyes begin to well up with tears.

"Oh hun," Maria begins.

"Please just show me her. Or tell me how she is. I know you can do that please." I think in distress.

"I-... I don't want to show you her," she whispers in a small voice.

"Please," I beg. I know it's only going to break me more, but I need to know she's ok. I need to physically see her.

"It's only going to break your heart," she warns.

"I don't care," I think stubbornly.

She sighs  dejectedly . Suddenly I get drowsy, something was making my eyelids so heavy, dragging them down slowly. 

A small flash startled me as suddenly my surroundings began to look familiar. I recognize my kitchen form around me.

Glancing at the floor I'm startled to see a large crimson stain on our spotless white tiles. My heart sped up to beat as fast as a cheetah. My thoughts  jumped to the worst. 

Terrified I search the kitchen hastily. I'm surprise  to spot my two best friends sitting at the table. Both sat wiping tears from their red eyes. Their cheeks have tear stains, and their hair hiding their depressed expressions. At this sight my heart shatters into a million pieces that couldn't ever be glued back.

My eyes land on my mother. She sits dejectedly eyes puffy and red from crying and her cheeks are littered with tears. My world crumbles and begins to crack. 

She looks up and stares straight into my eyes. Her eyes are swirling with hurt, and guilt. 

I feel my self wanted to go to her, to comfort her but I find  I can't move. I'm frozen solid. Tears stream down my face in salty rivers, flooding my sight.

The image fades and begins to turn black. Still bawling I'm back in the room I was trapped in. 

I close my eyes in a desperate attempt to forget the broken faces of my loved ones. My heart was aching and the room echoed with my cries. 

My eyes droop, and I can feel myself slipping into darkness. Welcoming the darkness I close my eyes.

Oh God, protect my mother. You're the only one she has now. Keep her safe.

MY HEART!! Ugh you don't know how hard it was to write this ch! Especially since on of my friends just went through something hard. Im so sad and upset rn. 😭 I hope y'all sleep well or have good days. I love y'all always!! 💋