Remember Me?

Chapter 45: "I Saw You Take Your Last Breath..."

Hannah's POV.

I didn't want to talk about my dream because I wanted to forget as much of it as physically possible. I knew though, that telling them would definitely take a huge weight off my shoulders. I steadied myself before explaining the story. Taking a deep breath, I opened my mouth to speak.

"I was in this room and it was full of like, doctors equipment but everything was twice the size. I was lying on this bed that had a thin bedsheets on top, and the mattress wasn't too comfy to say the least. I was wearing a long, white hospital nighty but it had red stains around the bottom and collar. I felt like I couldn't move. I tried to get off the bed but it was like something was holding me down. Just then, I heard the door open and some people dressed in all blue and white with some sort of surgical masks around their faces. They crowded round my still body and one advanced towards my head, scissors in hand. They grabbed my hair from near the roots and yanked my head up as they dragged the scissors through my hair." By this part I was already tearing up. I love my hair almost more than life itself! Everyone had a plain expression on their faces, waiting for me to carry on. I felt a small tugging at my hair and I swung my head round to see what it was.

"It's only me. Look nothing sharp." Newt said as he played with the ends of my hair then showed me his hands so that I knew he had nothing sharp on him. A small giggle escaped my mouth and I turned my head back round. Staring into the water in front of us, I pressed on.

"I tried to fight this person. I kicked, but my legs wouldn't move. I flailed my arms, but they wouldn't move either. Stitching my head down as hard as possible, I freed myself from this persons grip. But because of the force from my pull, my head smashed onto a cold, metal surface. I cried out in pain and my knees tucked themselves into my chest as I clasped my head and turned onto my side. After mildly recovering from my headache, I took the time to realise that I could move again. I sat up, back of my head still in hand. Scanning my scenery, I realised that when I slammed my head back down, I must've broken out of that room. Somehow. I was still wearing that nighty but it had more red around the parts where my legs were. Lifting it up slightly, I realised that I had quite a few small red spots on my legs, and the were bleeding badly. Not feeling any pain in my legs, I dropped my nighty and decided to search round. I was standing in a big dark room and I could see no exits. I faced int the direction that I thought was North and stared at me feet, thinking 'how am I supposed to get out?'. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see a faint blue light beginning to emerge from behind me. I lifted my head up and came face to face with a large black wall. There were no windows or doors and it looked like it went on forever. Both in length and height. Seeing no other option than to turn round and investigate the light source, I went for it. But only for a wave of trauma to flow over my face. About five feet in front of me, was a wall. In that wall were tanks full of water. And I. Those tanks were faces. People I knew. My jaw dropped as I took a step closer and began to identify the faces." I stopped again, taking a deep breath. I felt a hand rub my shoulder. Turning my head, I realised it was Thomas.

"Do you wanna stop?" He asked but I shook my head. "Okay, but don't force yourself." I was glad these three were being so understanding. Taking a deep breath, I resumed talking.

"My eyes met with around twenty-five to fifty boys, all around my age. The scariest thing was, I recognised every single one. Scanning the wall of faces, I saw the boys fighting to get out. The tank they were in was small and had no room to freely move about. I felt my heart break as my eyes met one of the boys. I took a step closer to the wall and I felt like I had been hit over the head with a hammer. Newt was in front of me. In the exact middle of the wall, staring back at me. His face was full of emotions. Anger. Pain. Disappointment. I noticed how long these boys had been in the tanks since I noticed them and that it was physically impossible for them to have survived that long without needing a breath. Looking down the wall, I noticed lights going out. Each tank illuminated a small amount of blue light, and that was depressing fast. Column by column on each side of the wall, the lights went out.as it got nearer to me, I turned my eyes back to Newt's and that time, I could see fear. Noticing a few boys on either side of Newt struggling, I ran over to one of them to see what was happening. They were gasping for breath in this container filled with water. Realising what was happening, I sprinted back to Newt's tank. But as I ran, the elimination speed of the lights gained on me. These boys were dying, faster. Barely making it back to Newt, I almost ran past his tank. He looked like he was crying. I placed my hand on the glass as the lights around him went off. I could only see his tank which was still lit in front of me. A gasp escaped my mouth as what I saw next traumatised me." I turned my head to face Newt's and saw his expression. He was scared of what I was going to say. "You were dying. Right I front of my eyes." I announced directly to him and barely audible. Tears began to drip down my face as my memories of last night became even more vivid. Newt turned his head away from me and stared into the water. He extended his hand for me to take, and I did. I clasped our fingers together as he let out an upset sigh.

"Please... Carry on." He choked as he kissed the back of my hand. I nodded and continued.

"I saw you take your last breath... Before the light went out. I cried out every tear I had in my body and collapsed to the floor on my knees. After about ten minutes of full on balling, I stood up. Squinting, trying to see the tanks in front of me in the pitch black, I leant forward." I turned back to Newt. "Remember last night? When I almost fell out the tree?"

"And I just about caught you, yeah?" He replied.

"Well, this is why." I recalled the previous night. I got scared in my sleep and slipped off of Newt's lap. I fell out of the tree but the pressure loss from his knees woke him up. He grabbed my hand and pulled me back up to him. I clutched his torso and panted into his chest. He rubbed cricket on my back, trying to calm me down. "I saw something come out of the wall as I leaned in." I carried on. "About a dozen hands reached out of the tanks, all colliding with my face. I couldn't fight back, I was frozen with fear. I felt a force growing on my face, they were pushing me back..."

----- Author's Note x -----

It's been WAY too long since I last updated and I'm extremely sorry 😭 I've got all of today to myself so I'm just going to be spamming this story with updates. You won't have to wait much longer to find out what happened next.

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