𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙔 𝙄𝙎 𝙉𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀 - 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙣 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮

Forget about Me

Emma fluttered her eyes open. She must've drifted off to sleep while waiting on the couch. She peered down at the blankets around her and furrowed her brows. She didn't remember getting into bed. Owen must've brought her in.

The room seemed to be more illuminated than usual. It was eerily bright. Her eyes wandered to the side of the bed that Owen usually laid on. No one was there.

She shrugged it off. He must've gone to work already. The presence of Roscoe was missing as well but she figured he must be in the living room with her father.

She stretched her arms out wide above her head and yawned before lifting the covers off her. That's when she panicked. Her stomach was  as flat as it was when she and Owen had first met. She began to hurriedly feel her stomach to make sure Ella was still in there. There was no bump.

She was hyperventilating now. "Help!" She called out, in hopes her father would be at her side. A few moments had passed and no one had come. "Help me!" She screamed out once again. No one came. Not a sound was made from the living room.

Emma's heart was fluttering as she sprang up from the bed and towards the door. She was ready to chew her father out for ignoring her but once she stepped into the living room she realized no one was there. Not even Roscoe.

She peeled up a questionable brow as the gears in her head seemed to turn to find an answer to everyone's sudden absence. Then something snapped her out of her thoughts.

A cry. A baby cry. Her eyes widened as she listened to the baby cry once again. It was like an instinct that she knew it was her own daughters cry. "Ella!" She shouted, as she bolted out the door, following the sound.

She rounded the back of the bungalow, following the tiny squeals of help, towards the newly built house that Claire was making for their expanding family. Instead of it still being made of wooden frames the house was completely built, exterior walls and all.

She admired it for a moment. It was just as she had discussed with Claire, a large wooden door that was connected to a wrap around porch, the exterior was grey with a white finish and a black roof to top it all off.

The cry was coming from inside. Emma cautiously approached the house. The door seemed to swing open by itself as she stepped onto the porch. A warm inviting light came from within, luring her into the house.

Her feet made echoing sounds on the wooden porch, that was painted a softer grey than the rest of the house, as she tread over towards the door. Something about this made her feel eerily happy as if she had jumped into the future.

She could imagine her and Owen coming home with their child for the first time to this house. It made her forget about what had happened to her. In fact she couldn't remember why she was so stressed in the first place. What had happened to her?

Once inside the house Emma seemed to snap out of her trance like state. Everything came rushing back into her mind a million miles a second. She remembered Isla Sorna, being in a cage, James Young threatening her life, being brought back to Nublar, running from raptors, running from the Diablous, watching Colton die.

She felt as though her warm feelings of being safe and secure had shrunk two times the size it used to be, almost non existent.

She could feel her own heartbeat racing in her ears, her breath became sporadic. She was having a panic attack. The warm light of the house vanished, she was thrown into complete darkness, the only light came from the windows. "Ella!" She shouted in the empty house.