Finding Me (A Joe Sugg / ThatcherJoe Fanfiction)

Prologue

      Why is everything blurry? Why are there people standing around me? And most importantly, why the hell can I not feel anything? These questions circled my mind as I sought for a conclusive answer.

Nope, nothing.

I cried, or so I thought, because a soft, angel-like hand touched my face.

Please wake me up.. Please.

I tried so hard to move something, anything; my hand-unwilling. Is this death? Am I going to Heaven? But my mom doesn’t believe, so probably not.

    The angel touched my face again.

    Please help.

Beeeeeeeeeeeep. What was that? Hello? Anyone? Angel, are you there? Raindrops fell upon my face and I felt trembling lips all over my cheeks. There was one kiss in particular that caught my attention. The kiss was soft, caring, and absolutely loving. After the kiss was over, the room did not stir. Hello?

      “Hey baby girl!”

I turned around and saw my grandpa. I stared in disbelief.

    “Grandpa, but you’re…”

    “Sh, nevermind that, come.”

     He led me to a beautiful, yet lonesome house with grass as green as corn stalks in the middle of a spring day. Chrysanthemums and lilies bloomed all over the grass, and the sky was so blue; I was lost in all the beauty.

    “Are ya comin’?”

I nodded and headed straight into this beautiful, picture-perfect brick red house. There was no wind and no sun, which was odd. As I approached the house, my grandfather was standing at the “Welcome” mat. and he muttered, “welcome home” so low I could barely hear it.

     I stepped inside hesitantly, yet with enough confidence to make my presence known. I was shocked to realize that the inside of this house had all white walls, which made me feel very uncomfortable. Is this a sick joke? Despite the illusion of this house being very large, there was only one room. In the room there were chairs, hundreds of them. Most of  these chairs were filled with elders, while others contained newborns and children. At the sight of my arrival, everyone turned to look at me. Some people had somber looks on their face and others had a look of approval.

     Two beautiful, majestic, youthful children (whom cannot be more than eight at the least) escorted me to one of the hundreds of chairs. There, engraved into the seat was my name. I panicked and looked around. Now everybody in the room was content upon my arrival. Help, I thought. My body ached and I sat down by instinct. I twisted my body and could not break free from the now unusual chair holding me down. No matter how hard I tried to escape this hellhole I could not manage to break free from this freakish dream. I would be stuck in this world forever.

Save me.

     “We don’t need no savin’. Here’s where we are and here’s where we gon stay”, my grandpa said in response to my thoughts. I struggled in my chair. What did he mean by that? Sweat dripped down my forehead and my palms grew sweaty.

What is this place? I can’t even talk.

“Well, that’s for you to find out.”

     My grandpa sat next to me, and at once I felt an intense shooting pain. The pain did not hurt me, but was hot behind my back.

“Aw, quit your whinin’, you’re just getting your date.”

Date?

     The pain had become stronger and the burning sensation hurt me more than words could describe. Dying would be a better option. After a few minutes, the pain and burning sensations dwelled down and I felt the worst I’ve ever felt. I could manage now to twist around in my chair and I did just so. Todays date was engraved in my chair underneath my name with my age: 21.

     My arms were now restricted to the sides of the chair and I could not move. For a moment, I had wished I stared longer at the chair. Whosoever joke this is, it is definitely not funny.

Where are you angel? Could anybody save me?  

    The two young girls that escorted me to my chair came back to me. On their faces were disgust mixed with a satisfactory appeal. “We were waiting for you,” they both whispered in unison. I did not know what part of that phrase made it creepier.. The fact that they were dead-like and saying they were waiting, or the fact they said it in perfect unison like they have been practicing for ages. Just then, the whole room repeated the phrase. I needed to get out of here and quick. I prayed, which was something I did not do a lot of.

    “We were waiting, we were waiting.”

     My eyelids drooped above my eyes and I tried to scream. This was not the time and place to close my eyes, even for a second. Keep them open. I tried to get out of the chair, but I could not. I was stuck, and stuck forever. And there I was, lost in the unknown with nowhere to run or hide.

    Help.