The Clock of Miss Fortune ✔

Chapter - 24

Everything became nothing. Nothing became everything. Drowning in this darkness was calm, peaceful, and mostly free from everything. Free from being alive. The truth was simple. Hannah had realized the truth about the curse, about her soul and Miley's and about Alvarez.

Along this nightmare she somewhere came to realize the truth about her existence and her role in all of this. She was the one to alter the past, and the present. But what about the future? She already had the answer or maybe it was another one of Alvarez's trickeries. Hannah's body drifted nowhere in this darkness. It was there for any reason or not. It was. The last thing she remembered was the black hole opening underneath her inside that apartment. Everyone who played their role stood with her and those who were fodder to this were dead. O'lim or Howard Balentine as his real name was, was dead. Mike, Crystal's boyfriend was dead. Henry, Hannah's ex-boyfriend was dead. These three were only meant to bring them all together. And they all met their ends as if it was the night when Baron massacred the townsfolk.

Hannah's consciousness was the only thing alive at the moment. And it was slowly floating towards its end. What happened to others who travelled through time and were alive, Hannah knew nothing of it. What happened to the clock? Hannah didn't know. It was either still in the house, or destroyed and all the souls were absorbed by Alvarez or maybe something else had happened. And lastly, what happened to the world she knew off? She wanted to know but once again, she couldn't and never will. Maybe it was better for her to not know about the world. Maybe it was destroyed. Well, that was a little too much to think about. Maybe it really was. Alvarez's presence felt that of a god. Maybe even stronger. Who knows? She hadn't felt God's presence and if she did it would be like Alvarez or maybe more or less overwhelming.

The darkness wouldn't consume her whole. It left her alone. Emotionless and at the edge of disappearing completely. During these final moments the only memory which surfaced was Miley's birth. She remembered the white light in the hospital. She waited for the doctor and Michael held her hand. As soon as the doctor arrived she was rushed in.

Her screams masked the happiness for that small space in time. As soon as Miley was born her happiness surfaced again and she held her with tears in her eyes. Michael held Hannah's hand. He caressed her head and said I love you. However, there was this different and yet a similar presence coming from Miley. As if she was understanding their words, their emotions as tears strolled down her cheeks. She wasn't crying but tears still came down. It felt eerie close to her.

Growing up Miley would talk to herself and wouldn't tell anyone about her imaginary friend. As she got older she stopped talking altogether. She even said that she used to hear a voice inside her head. An angry voice with some crying. But it was only when she learned to speak. She didn't understand it back then. But the voice came back a few times once she was ten. After that it stopped or maybe Miley never told them.

At this moment Hannah didn't even understand her existence inside this void. She still floated but there was light at the end of it. A small bright light which grew bigger as she floated towards it. She wanted to touch it if that was the last thing she could. However, it was still far away.

Now, the memories of Michael came to mind. He was standing naked and she was as well. This was right after Miley was born. She was sleeping soundly and the happiness these two felt was immeasurable. They wanted to be close to each other. She had forgotten the taste of his lips. The way he kissed or the way he made her feel when he made love. It was all burned away. It was tasteless, numb and emotionless. The figure she saw was then of Henry's. Why? She wondered but that question itself ended there. Her consciousness was fading. Whatever was left of it. She made love with him and then she made love with Michael. This played like a movie before burning away.

And the moment came when she was reaching the light. She was close to touching and heard voices from outside. "You can do it Hannah." It was Michael's voice. "Push Hannah. Push."

"Push." The other male voice said.

"Come on my love. I am here with you." Michael's voice spoke to him.

Hannah tried to swim towards this light. She was almost close to it.

"That's it love." Michael's voice spoke. "She is almost here."

Hannah swam harder. She waved her hand and pushed her legs faster. Her consciousness seemed to be forming again. It felt anew. It felt eerily similar to her.

"She is here. Hannah. Love? She is here." Michael's spoke for the last time before Hannah's entered the light and let out a cry.