Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 39//

Walls were rushing passed my eyes, the ivy on the grey walls didn't even shift as I shot passed. I wasn't running, I was flying, being shot through the air in the middle of the walls. Left, right, right, left, straight, left, right.

It didn't stop.

The way seemed somewhat familiar, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Where am I going?

I turned left for what seemed to be the thousandth time, the walls started to bare words. Red ink splattered and smudged against the walls with little hands, it spelt words that made on sense. FLOAT. That first word was painted on the left, the red shining in whatever light that was filling the ghostly hall, the colour resembling a deep crimson blood, like someone had been murdered here, their blood used as ink to shed words that meant nothing in the minds of us. CATCH. Dashed passed my eyes next, the same red colour, it appeared fake, digitalized, but this was all a dream, Wasn't it? The word BLEED was next, splattered on the wall. Then DEATH. Then STIFF. The words meant nothing, the really didn't. I mean what could they possibly mean, these were just words.

My speed slowed down to a sudden halt, I had stopped right in front of the cliff, the shimmering sky spreading as far as the eye could see in any direction.

There was no sun, just a blue sky, a few clouds scattered so strangely it seemed almost fake. I could hear my heart beat in my ears as my feet slowly touched the ground. I couldn't move, I was frozen, stapled to the spot.

I expected to wake up at this point, I knew it was a dream, I knew it had to be. This was no memory, could almost tell the difference between them now. Dreams and memories, though sometimes I wished the memories where just dreams.

Suddenly, through the silence I felt a hand on my shoulder. I would have jumped, but I was really frozen. Instead, the one with their hand on my shoulder turned me around. Slowly, taking his or her time to turn me around completely.

There was no wind, no sound, just an empty shell, the space around me slightly blurry and fuzzy. It was spooky. When the one holding me finally turned me around completely I was shocked.

Taken over by silent terror I stared into perfect green eyes, Newt was smiling back at me. I tried to speak, but no sound came out. His face held a gentle grin, soft dimples in his cheeks and crinkles in the corners of his eyes that made my heart flutter.

His ruffled blonde hair casted a boyish charm over his features. I tried to say something again. but nothing, I was nothing. The sight of Newt was comforting, he looked so calm. That smile making me feel alive.

"Malaya"

Newt spoke, his voice still washing a feeling of safety over me. I looked him deep in the eyes, his smile was genuine, I was expecting him to tell me I was ok. But he didn't. His hands found my waist, my skin burning at his touch like always. Leaning in slowly his lips brushed my ear, but instead of sweet, sugar coated words that he would say to calm my days. He said something strange

"PUSH"

He whispered directly into my ear, his voice leaving a haze behind like it had echoed in my mind. His hands that were pressed against my waist, they... He pushed me, sending me barrelling over the edge. He had soothing look on his face as he watched me go, after all the silence. I could finally let out a blood curdling scream as my stomach dropped and my world was blocked out.

I gasped awake, the black space flicking away from my eyes as I was hit with a wash of colour. I was awake.

Those words. I heard them again, what is with them? Why do I keep hearing them? What possible use do I have for them? I sighed, wetting my lips as I heaved my eyes all the way open. I had a slight headache, but it was bearable. Better than what I've had before.