I try to call out for Danny but Iâm completely drained and my conscience reality is pulled away sending me into a black hole. My eyes are being forced shut and I swear I can hear Paulâs voice in my ear. His voice makes me smile. Everything goes black and the last thing I see is Paul. Heâs playing the guitar to a song we would listen to growing up.
When we were kids, it was a common song that we both loved to listen to. It reminded us of our trips to Mexico when we would visit our Tiaâs house. He looks up from his guitar, his brown eyes meeting mine and he looks like heâs glowing. He looks happy. He smiles and says, âDonât fall asleep. Donât fall asleep.â
I muster all the energy I can to open my eyes, but I canât. Iâm weak. Iâm completely drained.
âAri, baby, donât fall asleep,â Paul says to me but it doesnât make sense.
Heâs repeating the same words over and over again but instead, itâs Dannyâs voice coming out of Paulâs mouth.
Then Iâm starting to get some feeling back. I can feel harsh pressure on my chest. Itâs tight and it hurts so much. Somehow, I regain just a blip of strength and the image of Paul disappears and I manage to open my eyes. To my surprise, Everything around him is so blurry and I canât make anything out. His face fades in and out as Iâm trying to move but nothing does. Iâm looking at Danny and I want to beg him to help me, but nothing comes out. I need to warn him about Shane and Nora before they try and attack him or Kane. Thatâs when I realize his hands are on my chest. Heâs the reason why I feel intense pain and pressure.
I canât breathe, Iâm trying to suck in a breath but nothing happens. I feel like Iâm drowning but thereâs no water swallowing me whole.
Why canât I breathe?
Danny looks completely distraught, and worried, while his hands are on my chest. I can feel the darkness pulling at me again but before it pulls me back entirely, I see something. Something in Danny shocks me and if I werenât so damn weak, I would be crying. Iâd be thrashing against him.
Danny blinks and the white that surrounds his blue eyes flash to obsidian black. Iâm trying to gasp for air when I see how his eyes transform.
His eyes turn black leaving only his light blue iris. He doesnât look human. Humans canât do this. Am I hallucinating? As I stare at Danny, his face is slowly replaced by a familiar figure. Everythingâs lonely again, Iâm losing consciousness when all I can see is his tattoo. His back tattoo that always frightens me.
The familiar Grim Reaper engulfed in flames, comes alive, whispering hauntingly into my ears, and I feel a freezing, cold breath on my neck. Itâs a dark, monstrous whisper, and it doesnât sound normal, nor human. Itâs deep and demonic.
âTime waits for no one. Death is a shadow stalking the living. It is a painful inexorable promise while