A/N: Thank you so much for your reviews. This one's a short chapter, but it's essential the story. More coming soon. :)
Chapter 2
Through the Eyes of a Spectator
Ro awoke with a gasp, eyes wide, and saw the pale color of the ceiling as light trickled in through a nearby window.
'A dream,' she thought with relief. 'It was all just a dream.'
Ro figured that she'd probably fallen asleep while Zee had been driving. She wasn't usually a heavy sleeper, but the exhaustion she had felt last night would explain why she hadn't woken up when they'd finally reached the town. Zee had probably carried her into their hotel room after that.
Her nightmare was very vivid in her mind, though. She could clearly recall the terror she felt when they were being chased through the forest by a blinding light.
As she reflected on her dream, she became aware of a strange lack of sensation as she lied there on the bed. Her breathing was calm, but her body felt…
Ro tried to move her hands. She struggled to move any part of her body, only to find that she couldn't.
She was gripped by a feeling of dread. 'Why can't I move?' she questioned.
And where was Zee? Maybe he could explain what was going on.
As fear and panic began to set in, she heard the door open. Her head automatically turned to face the approaching person, but Ro felt as if she hadn't been the one to move it.
"Ro?"
'Zee!' Ro thought, relief washing over her as she saw him, as if everything would be all right now that he was with her.
But her desperate tries to communicate with him were useless. Ro couldn't move, she couldn't talk. Her body was ignoring her commands. It was like watching everything that was happening through the eyes of another person. She had no control of her body whatsoever.
She wanted to scream, she wanted to cry, she wanted to control her own movements, but she couldn't. The only thing she could do was watch.
She was a spectator.
A powerless, helpless spectator.
'What's happening to me?!' Ro cried desperately within herself, wanting to shout. But her lips remained still.
She felt as if she was in a nightmare, desperately struggling to wake up but being trapped within the confines of her own mind.
Yet, somehow, she knew that she was not dreaming. Her lack of control was real.
Someone else had taken over her body. And she was trapped within her own mind, able to see everything that happened, but unable to do anything about it.
'Zee! Help! Help me!'
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To be continued...
