One Heart- The Greatest Showman

Chapter 92

Lizzy's Pov 

Phillip's here? 

I can't decide if that makes me happy or upset. I mean on one hand, he is here to help me while on the other he is here...near her...trying to protect me....

Leaning against the beam, pressing my weight onto it as my feet seem unable to fully support me. Splinters shuffled their way into my palms as I looked through the small crack, hitting on the wood to try to tell him I was here. But it was not use, the wood was too dense to even carry a clap of thunder without turning it into a pin drop. I could make outline of Phillip, blurred and fuzzy but an outline. I quickly rubbed my eyes to attempt to get rid of the blurriness and it worked to an extent. The fuzzies would slide in and out of my vision but nevertheless I could still make out an image. 

Philip was walking, no trekking , across the yard before stopping a little before the barn door I assume since I could still see him. 

"Where is she?" I heard him growl once more. It was honestly terrifying - it was a hybrid of worry and anger and everything that we've been through all because of this rolled into one. 

"Who? Me?" A petty sounding voice echoed, it was regal and commanded a sort of authority...not like a good authority that you would here Phillip, and sometime me, have at the circus but one that preferred to feed on the fear on those around them. 

Lilia stepped into my view, only a few steps away from Phillip and if she got any closer, god help her. 

"Or me?" A second voice said, one that caused my stomach to drop and the little amount of water in my stomach threated to come up. 

I watched Phillip's face morph from one of anger to one of confusion as Hannah Carlyle stepped into my view, completely unharmed. Not any sort of difference since the last time we saw her. Her hair was still in its flawless mannerism, powder still pressed firmly against her skin. 

"Hannah?" Phillip's mouth moved but hardly an ounce of sound came out, it was then that he had come to realise what had happened. 

Feeling my mouth grow dry once more, I picked up the half glass of water next to me and raised it up to my lips. The water, which was a tad bit salty,  cooled my throat instantously but as I brought the glass back down, using the small light of the break I could see a small trace of whiteness on the brim of the now empty water glass. 

Placing my finger tip on the small amount of powder, I pressed my fingertip on the tip of my tongue, tasting the sweetness of the powder. I looked down at the empty glass and realization hit me as I felt my self beginning to sway on my feet. 

Potassium bromide, a sleeping agent. Used for depression and it larger doses it would make the patient fall sleep almost straight away. It large concentrations it would taste salty while in small it would be sweet. 

I felt my eyes flutter as I looked at Phillip, through the gap, once more before my eyes were firmly shut by chemical force and I felt my self fall to the ground, losing consciousness before my head hit the floor.