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Chapter Two: Pushing Through

Adelle's POV

"Adelle, Adelle. Come here quick! I need you. Hurry, before it's too late. You can save me!" My grandpa called out for me, even though he was dead. How was I supposed to help him. Then, suddenly, I was in an endless hallway with doors running down each side. I looked around. I was alone.

"Grandpa?" I questioned as I walked down the dimly lit hallway searching for anybody.

"Help me, please." He begged in a voice inside my head. I ran, looking through each small window of the doors, searching everywhere but he was nowhere in sight. I stared in each window examining. Each time a person but never him. Then I recognized someone. James, he had dark rings under his eyes as he stared at the floor beneath him. I banged on the window but he couldn't hear it. He never looked. He only sat there staring stoically at the floor. Tears welled in my eyes and escaped but I had to continue moving,

I felt the darkness course through my body as I ran, searching for Walter. I had to help him. I had to get him out of this place. Maybe I could save him from ending up like James. Maybe he would be able to come home again. Maybe.

I felt weight on my shoulder causing me to turn around. But nothing was there except a small bear. It looked like Rugby my old teddy bear, it has the same eye patches. I picked it up and lifted the patches to see if he still had the button eyes Walter had sewed on. As soon as they were up I immediately felt myself losing control. Green, Green, Green, Red. His eyes flashed, but I couldn't look away, I was locked in his gaze.

My eyes jolted open, quickly ending the nightmare that had overcome me. I laid in bed but all my eyes would let me see were the flashing lights. I quickly grabbed for the remote to work my ceiling fan and light. I turned them both on and closed my eyes, the light blocking the images in my mind, and fell back asleep.

"You're staying. I don't care if you think you are taking up too much of Carla's time. Then you can come stay in my apartment. Or I'm sure Elizabeth would love to have you. Wouldn't you Elizabeth?" James ranted as we sat in a booth eating lunch. I wasn't sure why he had asked Elizabeth since she seemed about seventeen, I was sure she didn't have her own place.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind. I live with my parents but they are hardly ever home. They wouldn't even know you were there." She encouraged me. I only laughed.

"You misunderstood. I said I was moving, not away. But into my own place. I'm going to rent one of the empty condos. Andrew said he would let me rent for as much as I could pay since he wasn't going to get anybody else to make an offer any time soon." James and Elizabeth both smiled a defeating grin.

"Good. I'm glad you're staying. You're one of my favorite people around here!" Elizabeth exasperated as she leaned on the edge of the table.

"Elizabeth, I need you dear." Carla called.

"Bye guys." She waved as she walked through the door to get to the kitchen.

"You really scared me there." James seemed to exaggerate.

"I'm sorry." I feigned an apology.

"Seriously! I was worried I was going to have to follow you and convince you to stay here with us. You've been here so long already, you might as well keep your home here, right?"

"Hmm I guess I should. Though ever since I got here I keep having these scary dreams." I didn't want to tell him of these nightmares, but they interrupted my sleep every night. Making it impossible to get much good rest.

"Tell me about them." He seemed genuinely curious. He leaned forward, placing his head on his fist. I looked down, feeling dumb about what I was about to tell him.

"All I know is they always have this same pattern of flashing eyes. Green, green, green, red. It's always the same and I have no idea of it's significance. I thought maybe I once had a toy that had flashing lights like that but I can't really remember." I looked up to see his face had transformed. His eyes were open wide and his mouth hanging open.

"What?" I hadn't expected this kind of reaction. I could tell he was being serious but I couldn't explain why.

"I think I know someone who can help you."