Underground

Chapter 22: Discovery (Jacob)

The same dream. Almost anyways, it was the same sounds but a different case. I could still only hear the hospital sounds around me. The same voices. I heard the same nurses talking to each other and doctors talking to other fellow doctors about the patients. My name dropped in the conversations more then once. I heard Herobrine once again, but why does he linger in my slumbers? He spoke to someone, it sounded near,

"He hasn't woken up since he was brought here." I didn't bother to try and decipher the sentence. Dreams are normally confusing and riddled in puzzles. I still couldn't open my eyes if they were closed, nor could I move still. If I did I couldn't feel a thing around me. Not even the floor. A nurse spoke, the same female voice as yesterday's dream.

"Doctor I must inform you-"

"Not when we have visitors." Herobrine abruptly cut off.

"Mommy, what's wrong with Daddy?" A little boy spoke, his voice familiar to me in some way but I don't know where.

"He's perfectly fine Gabriel, he's just... asleep." The Mother responded to the little boy's question which I assume his name is Gabriel. Her voice also seemed familiar.

"Visiting hours are almost over." The nurse informed. With silence filling the room I heard I assumed the Mother hesitated before her footsteps filled the silence, then another's. Their footsteps eventually dissapeared. "Doctor I urgently must inform you that Jacob's vital signs have been decreasing, in a rapid amount each day."

"It's a miracle that he's been alive this long." I could barely open my eyes for a split second as Herobrine continued, and was looking at me? "Another is bound to happen."

My eyes opened wide as the entire hospital rapidly shifted into the House I've known the entire time. I'm back once again. I stood up from bed and looked around, nothing had changed. I moaned in frustration and went into the closet, talking to myself to fill the silence that lay once again,

"I'm so sick of seeing the same damn doors and the same bed." I seemed unsettled for a few seconds Hearing Angela's voice say these thoughts, I wasn't used to hearing her with a foul mouth. I shook my head trying to ignore the circumstances as I grabbed the flashlight that lay on the ground and exited to closet. "Why should I suffer from these animatronics if they aren't even real...?" I paused once again. Are they real? I never took thought into this as I was remembering what Angela had said... 'They're in your head. It's a curse.' My voice lingered in my mind, continuing to say 'It's a curse.' If they were in my head that would mean they aren't real. But, then how did I get hurt from their ambush yesterday? I looked on my arms for any sores from yesterday but to my surprise, there were none. Turning the flashlight on I decided to venture into the house while walking out the door.

I was in the Living room and not a single animatronic has found me. It was a definite miracle. I looked around the house as I tried to be soundless, and it would have worked if I wasn't stepping on wood floor. I leaped onto carpet and taking muffled, petite steps. I eventually made it to the bathroom, I planned on locking the door and hiding out in here, along with keeping a cache of food for the next day when something in my reflection caught my glance. It was a huge scar I've never seen on Angela before. The alarm sounded, breaking my trance before I could continue examining the scar, as relief rode through my body.

(Sorry this was so long, I had a lot I wanted to add to this chapter)