The Phantom Prince ✔️

Chapter 10

It was more than I could take, gazing down at my Amy, her ghostly white features, lips tinged blue and parted slightly from when she'd taken her final breath, and her cheeks that had traces of dried up tears.

I felt darkness overcome me and everything went black.

I woke up suddenly with a start.

The doctor used his power to bring me back. He was panting and looked really exhausted.

I swallowed. He could heal really well but got hurt every time he used his powers. It was a really painful process for him when he used his power.

"S.. Sorry." I mumbled.

"Amy... She is not fully dead. Her soul is still in there." the little boy looked at her and said.

"WHAT! SHE IS STILL ALIVE?" I exclaimed suddenly.

He flinched violently and shut his eyes tightly.

Oh. I forgot.

He thinks we would hurt him.

The doctor knelt beside Amy and felt for a pulse.

He turned away from her pale, still body and fixed me with a look of such complete despair and heartbreak that it took my breath away and left me frozen in place, unable to look away from his expressive eyes.

"No pulse." he said sadly averting his eyes.

I stared with wide, disbelieving eyes at the deathly still body of my daughter remembering the promise that I had made to Lavinia… Of how I would protect Amy and ensure that nothing would happen to our daughter…. and the way she had looked at me when I said it, that look on his face that told me without words how much she trusted me.

I had made a promise, one  I should have been able to keep.... and I had failed to keep it, had failed my family... and now Amy… She was dead… And it would all be my fault.

Suddenly the boy looked in the air and whispered something. It looked like he was talking to someone.

But... There was no one there besides us.

His voice, demeanour and posture suddenly changed and he gasped for air.

It looked like he was being possessed.

Impossible. Something like that...

"Doctor. Don't give up just yet… There is still a pulse and despite being quite faint. I sense a trace of life within her. Let us try CPR. I believe it would be successful in our attempts to bring her back. I will assist you in the process." The boy  spoke in a smooth low voice that was calm but demanded obedience.

"... Professor? Is that you? " The doctor's face was pale.

" Hurry up little Shirley. The girl doesn't have time. I would rather she stay then join me in my world." He said slowly in a voice that made the room go cold.

They began the procedure to bring her back.

All I could do was watch and pray that she return safely to us.

It was a strange sight if anyone saw us.

A doctor desperately trying to bring her back, a little boy with a voice that seemed to be someone else who was much older standing over the doctor and instructing him in a silky smooth voice that was coated with honey. Soft, calm, kind and yet one that showed total control.

And then there was me.

Sobbing softly and praying desperately for the little girl's safety.

Sitting there, tears streaming unabashedly down my face, I found myself silently begging for her to  wake up from this nightmare.