To survive without them

Chapter 22- Abagail PoV

Abagail POV chapt 22

I swim up from my black puddle, the blackest black finally starting to move away from my brain the fog clearing. My shoulder throbs with pain and my head aches. High pitched squeals ring in my ears. That must have been one bad dream. I dreamt that Chace was alive, the Jacob was still breathing, that Rosie was back and that they had come to save me. That Beth had been with them, that help had come. But they were just dreams, something brought on by the deathroom. My heart lurches in my chest, I don't want to wake up to that, to be back in that room of people I love being tortured, sticks on fire being pushed down their throats, suffering in front of me, why should I relive the most horrible moments of my life.

Even though something in my brain keeps telling me they aren't  real, but the footage is there, the film playing around me at all times of day.

The ringing in my ears starts to subdued, leaving me with peace and quiet, am I dead, is this Heaven, why isn't the film playing accompanied by the screams of torture. My dull headache starts to clear, making me think better. What has happened, why aren't they running the film already, frying my brain to crisps. My fingers skim the ground around me, I feel the soft foliage of leaves and a blanket, why don't I feel the hard rough concrete of the deathroom. I run my fingers along the strange ground beside me, why am I on the floor of a bush.

My sense of smell starts to kick in and instead of smelling the urinne and damp smell of my cell I smell fresh air, with a hint of forest.

I try to move my other hand, but it is trapped under something warm, with soft but rough skin.

"Abagail, can you hear me" A sweet male voice rings in my ears. It sounds familiar, like Chace's but Chace is dead, he is gone they all are. I am the only one.

I try to force my eyes open, failing then I try again, putting all my might into using those muscles, my eyelids slowly separate, my eyelashes unweaving themselves from each other. A bright light fills my eyes, blinding me until they adjust. Above me is a green canopy of tall trees, a forest type. Birds talk off in the distance. I stare at the roof, of which I am guessing is my cell, why are they showing this?, why would they show me a forest roof.

I turn my head to the side slowly, my eyes finding a large hand draped over mine, they are slightly dirty. I try to turn my body to touch them but my shoulder screams in pain, it must be infected.

My eyes follow the arms that lead from the hand. Strong muscly hands, with muscles bulging like they had recently been carrying something  heavy.

My eyes fall on the face, the person has perfectly messed chocolate brown hair, and a square jaw. Recognition spikes my brain.

I bolt upright, my shoulder screaming against my sudden movement, I stare at Chace, look at his hand. HE can't be, he is, why is he, no, he is a ghost! A FREAKIN GHOST.

I scream, ripping my throat raw, a high pitched wail.

I smack his hand off me.

"Your dead, You re dead, get away from me" I scream, my chest heaves, how have they brought a ghost here.

I take in my surroundings, this is not a cell, far from it. I am in a forest, in a clearing, but the canopy above still protects from the unwanted eye, a small river runs over in the distance, among rocks, I am sitting on a bedding roll, people around me are working, a few I recognise and they give me worried looks. They are nailing wood together and making little huts here and there, some are building pens for animals others are looking for food.

I look back at the ghost, a hurt look on his face. He squeezes my hand. That feels real, what the hell is this. I scream again.

"What are you? a freaking robot, why do you feel real, your gone, you and Jacob" I whisper scream. My eyes darting from side to side. My chest heaves.