Part 2:

Help! Jacob called out. The darkness swollowed him whole but he could sence everything around him. He felt cold, so incredibly cold. Was he dying? Is this what dying feels like? Jacob always came across the theory of death. Where would he go? How would he go? What will happen after? Jacob was scared of a lot of things but death was probably in the top five. A three maybe? Suddenly, the lights finally came back and Jacob was back in the bathroom during the bombings with the peculiar child who had a hole in their chest. He walked around numbly. The feeling of death uncertain but you could imagime once you caught a glimpse. There they were. His friends- his new family- hanging there like scare crows. Blood. Nothing but blood and bodies. He sobbed after being in shock, which felt like lasted for years. Once dropping to his knees, everything shifted. It was like a gust of wind once everything changed. Jacob stood in a neat line with a bunch of other kids his age. It was like getting food for lunch in school except instead of food you got a small cup filled with pills. He felt surprisingly more numb here than the last place. It shifted again but he didn't go far. He sat in a doctors office with his phyciatrist. Jacob these 'people' aren't real. You are not peculiar. You're not special. Leave them behind, Jacob. Let them go-

"-acob...Jacob?"

Jacob groaned while trying to push his eyes open.

"Jacob, how are you feeling?" A familiar voice asked. "you were having a terrible dream so I had to wake you."

Jacob opened his eyes to see Emma on the couch with him. Her green eyes locked onto his glazed over eyes. He couldn't help but let a tear escape.

"Do you think m' crazy?"

"Jacob-"

Sometimes Jacob can't help what comes out of his mouth, especially when he's sick.

"Emma," he croaked out "I'm sorry. I- I had a really messed up dream, well dreams. And I-" Jacobs voice broke off. More tears slid off of his cheek.

"Hey, Jacob, you're okay now," Emma cooed as she wrapped Jacob in her arms. Jacob laid his head on her chest as Emma rubbed Jake's back. "can you tell me what happened?"

Jacob took a couple of deep breaths. "My first dream, I think was dying but I'm not sure. The second dream, I- I saw all of you guys dead," Jacob let out a sob "The third one, I got sent to a mental hospital because they thought I was crazy so they drugged me up with a bunch of pills that made me feel numb. They told me that you guys weren't real and I..." Jacob sobbed more into the blonde's shoulder.

"You believed them?"Emma said.

"Everything was so real, Emma!" Jacob cried, "I didn't know what to believe anymore... "

Jacob didn't remember falling asleep but we woke up with a jolt to his stomach. He sat right up, despite his killer headache.

"Morning, sleeping beauty!" Horace called out as he was sipping his coffee.

Jacob remained unresponsive.

"Jake? Is everything okay?" Millard asked as he sat down next to the ill boy.

"Ew. I think he's gonna vomit." Enoch said while cringing.

Millard ran to get a bucket while Horace tried to find Emma or Brownyn.

Jacob didn't even look away from the corner of the wall. His fists dug deep into the couch as the pain got worse. "Guys, t- there's a Hallow near..."