My Last Breath

1.2

It was remarkable, something truly unheard of. I could see the future, I'm pretty sure it was Ashton's. Until I saw myself, standing in front of a scowling man.

He stared at me intently, lines forming just above his brow. As my shaking hands wobbled by my sides. The room was dark, almost pitch black. I was there standing alone, in front of this man, waiting?

"Aubree." his menacing, booming voice spoke. "Are you ready?" his tone held authority, and great power. What's happening?

"Yes." my shaky voice was nothing compared to his. I was clearly afraid, nervous so bad I saw myself physically shaking. Bad. It was as if I was trying to prove myself.

His fingers pressed against my forehead, and he peacefully closed his eyes. It was silent. His fingers still pressed against my moistened forehead, then suddenly, I saw a small bright blue light. A blue light was gleaming from a necklace that was placed around my neck. I have no memory of the necklace, I've never seen it before. But, it was absolutely beautiful.

It glowed bright and powerful, the light growing by each taunting second that passed by. I myself, was afraid of what would occur next. These things, these things don't happen to normal people. These things only exist in fictional books and cartoons. These things are not supposed to happen to me.

Then, everything suddenly started to piece apart, everything started to become blurry amd faint. I shouted at myself and the man with his eyes still closed. I shouted for everything to stop. I needed to see what was going to happen next. I needed to know. But, they didn't listen and everything felt like a complete rush. I felt as if I were dreaming, I felt light and free. It was a foreign feeling but I absolutely loved it. Things were falling apart before my very eyes and before I knew it, I was standing outside, in a dark ally.

My brow furrowed in confusion. What's happening? This couldn't be real. Before my very eyes, was Harry and I, and a man with a black hoodie shielding his face, with a gun pointed at Harry's forehead.

My heart instantly dropped.

No. No..

Harry's jaw clenched. He didn't look afraid, or nervous. He looked brave, and fearless. He portrayed the features of a warrior. Me, on the other hand, was completely out of it. My hands were shaking so bad it rattled up my body. My other hand, was firmly laced in between Harry's firm one. I had a scratch across my cheek and arm, and blood was gushing from a wound in my forearm. Harry, had a small gash across his arm, blood relentlessly gliding down his tattood skin. Not phasing him at all.

The man in the black hoodie kept a firm grip on the gun as he stood before us, chuckling like a psychopath.

"You're pathetic!" the man shouts. That voice..

"Either you go.. Or she goes." go? go where? Harry swallowed.

"Just, let us both go, please." his voice remained strong. I fidgeted under the mans stare.

"Let you both go? Are you insane boy?" his powerful voice spoke.

"Actually, I am. And I'm not leaving her side." Harry spoke. I gawked at him. Would he really risk his life for me?

"That's too bad.." he twirled the gun relentlessly between his fingers. He sounded so familiar..

"Robin, please." I spoke.

Robin.

Then it all came flowing back. Robin with my father, Robin babysitting me, Robin playing me, Robin's black eyes..

He was an old friend of my father, he always scared me to death. I was young, but I knew he was dangerous. He always told me "Life's a game, and if you play it well, you'll make it." I never understood it, until now. But why would he be here, holding a gun to Harry and I's head? Robin was good to me, he gave me candy after my father beat me, and he would buy me a new doll every week. How could I forget him?