The Journey to Escaping Darkness (Book 1)

Chapter 24

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I sat there thinking, wondering, questioning the dead man who was in my room. I didn't understand how someone could just walk away and disappear into thin air.

I curled up in my covers and closed my eyes hoping that I wasn't going crazy. I had good proof that I was though. Since I've woken up I've had nightmares every time I fall asleep, I've seen a dead man, what else could go wrong?

Before anything else could happen. I hoped I wouldn't have another nightmare, but I doubted it.

It didn't take long for my mind to drift away. Everything went dark and soon I was unconscious.

Everything was dark. There was thunder crackling and lightning flashing almost blinding. I was in all black except for my lips which was a dark shade of red.

The clouds were black. The scene was a black and white horror story. I was standing in the middle of road. I was in the middle of now where. There was a large field on either side of the road. The tall grass was swaying roughly back forth. The wind was strong and powerful. There were black black birds flying around.

I fell to my knees crying. I was scared, frightened, and full of sadness. There was a shadow. It was plain black. It looked a tall man.

Every time I tried to look at him he'd be in another spot. He was overpowering me. He was controlling my mind. I couldn't scream. My body frozen on the ground. I was sobbing uncontrollably. This shadow wasn't helping me any.

"It was all your fault." He said dark and low. I didn't understand what he was talking about. I didn't know what any of this meant. I couldn't of been anymore lost.

"What?" I asked looking around trying to keep my eyes on him. Every time I did get a look at him, it was only for a second before he blinked into another location.

"It was all your fault." He voice was a little louder but not much. His voice was locked with so much bitterness.

"What was?" I chocked out praying nothing bad would happen to me because of this question.

"This." He growled at me. I knew I shouldn't of said anything. But my curiosity took over.

"What?!?!" I asked demanding to know what he was talking about. I couldn't deal with the confusion.

"This! If it want for you, things wouldn't be this way! Nothing had to be this way! You could have done something, but instead you did nothing!" He screamed at me making my head ring. I still didn't understand.

I shook my head not having a response. What were you suppose to say when someone was screaming in your ear about something you know nothing about?

"You selfish bitch!" He screamed making me cry out in pain. I no longer could breath. His hands were around my neck. I laid in the middle road trying to breath, but it was useless. All I could do is lay there frozen until it was over.

I started to black out and go into a dark whole. I was falling deeper and deeper and the light got smaller. Pretty soon it was all dark and there was no light, nothing...

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London's POV

We returned to hospital wing to see Raven. Oliver and I approached the front desk. "Hi, I'm here to see the queen. I'm her right hand and this is her personal guard." I said to the nurse who was in her pink uniform typing on the computer.

She searched on the computer for a moment then said "I'm sorry ma'am, but the queen is not aloud to have visitors at this time."

"We were just here not too lo ago and she was awake and fine, she was stable." I explained not understanding why she wouldn't be able to have visitors.

"I'll get her doctor to talk you." She said walking away and going down the hall.

I looked at Oliver with worry and confusion. He returned the same look. We waited for the doctor in silent.

The doctor came around the corner with a unreadable expression. I looked at him with confusion.

Mitchell looked at me with caring and sympathetic eyes. "Raven's heart stopped beating due to the lack of oxygen. She was sleeping when something stopped her from breathing. We are going to keep a close eye on her until she wakes up. She should be fine, she's now stable."

"You said that the last time!" I reminded loudly and bitterly. Oliver put his hand on shoulder rubbing it gently trying to calm me down.

"She was, we aren't sure why she even stopped breathing." Mitchell gave me an excuse that I didn't want to hear.

"You can't tell me that there wasn't a single sign?" I asked infuriated with the medical team. We are supposed to have the best of the best, but apparently we have a bunch of excuse making ass wholes.

"No London, there wasn't. We thought she was going to be okay. We set her release date as tomorrow." Mitchell answered calmly.

"Well, how does she look now?" I asked through gritted teeth. I was about to explode because of my anger. I was already boiling because of Jefferson and his dumb ass.

"She's sleeping right now. She should wake up soon." The doctor answered not dodging the question thank god.

"Good, we will sit here and wait. Thank you Dr. Lancaster." Oliver told quickly before I could say something.

We sat down in the waiting room chairs waiting until the doctor said we could see her.

We sat there quietly reading magazines. I kept a stone cold face, which wasn't like me at all.

I was the person to pretend to be happy even if it was a lie. But these past few days has taken me to hell and back.

I prayed that she would be okay and the doctors wouldn't give me false information again.

I really needed to get her to that house. I know it's help her more than hurt than her. That house had bad memories and good. She needs to go there to heal the wounds that she's now forgotten about.

I just hope that after her memory comes back, she won't hate me for bringing her there...