Shattered

Chapter 16

Lloyd could not, for the life of him, remember what happened the fifth day they were at the cabin.

Okay well, that was kind of a lie, he remembered drinking alcohol. A lot of it. Though that was pretty much it.

He thinks that, probably, everyone had been shaken up still from what happened at the lake the day before and really didn't want to leave the cabin, but they got bored. As they always did. And someone had, most likely, pointed out that there was still a bunch of alcohol on top of the cabinets in the kitchen.

It went downhill from there.

He remembered making some sort of comment about being the best drinker there, he was no doubt about it, and someone, probably Jay or Kai, told him to prove it. A shot competition had started after that, and uh, he's pretty sure he won. He couldn't remember exactly, but the last thing he remembered before going black-out drunk was Cole tapping out right after Jay, which left him, Kai, and Nya. Zane didn't participate since that wouldn't be fair for any of them. So he's, like, ninety percent sure he won.

But that's besides the point.

Or was there ever really a point?

He couldn't remember.

It turns out, he couldn't remember a lot of things.

For instance, right now, it was two forty-three in the morning, and he was up with a half empty glass of...something alcoholic, he couldn't remember what, standing against the island in the kitchen.

He knew that, and he also knew that it was a nightmare that had woken him up, one that was probably the worst he had had since...

well he doesn't want to think about that right now.

But it was that nightmare that had woken him up, almost screaming, and stumbling his way out of bed and crashing onto his knees in the dark hallway.

And that's where his memory really ends.

He doesn't remember getting up, or walking to the kitchen, getting a glass and pouring himself a drink, the only reason he even realized he wasn't still in the hallway was because the bright, flashing lights of the clock came into his vision, snapping him out of his trance.

He blew out a breath, leaned over the island so his forearms were holding him up, and set the glass onto the counter. Watching, fascinated how the amber liquid moved against the glass, and how the glass shook against the counter.

The glass wasn't supposed to shake, he realized. And he shut his eyes, even if it was still dark and he could just barely see the drink in front of him, he just needed to...to....god he didn't know what he needed to do.

He clasped his hands together, feeling them shake against each other, feeling his energy seep into various different items and everything everything everything around him started shaking and

and

and

whispers.

Whispers from voices he hadn't heard from in years, touches from hands he hadn't felt in years, emotions and thoughts and feelings and memories that he had pushed down for years and years and years and years on end and now. Now, it was coming back full force with his shaking and the voices that were only in his mind and the silence. The deafening silence that eats away at him piece by piece and he didn't-

"Lloyd?"

His eyes shot open, he looked up towards the source of the voice, and in the flickering darkness (god he was making the lights flicker) saw glowing blue eyes and silver skin.