It was just a prank, HAN! Chapter II

(This is part two of my blog series detailing the Until Dawn story from Hannah's perspective.)

I wake suddenly, my head throbbing and my right leg hurting something fierce. I can’t remember ever feeling this much pain wash over me all at once. Simply wave after wave of uncomfortable physical sensation. I’m awake now, drinking in the feedback of all my senses. Aside from my own noisy breath there is nothing to be heard and the area around me is simply too dark to see much at all longer than five feet, and my imagination begins to supply horrors to fill the void. After a minute or two the sound of running water permeates the inky blanket. I am near a brook. But I can’t think about water, even though my throat is sore and all I want to do is quench my thirst. I’m afraid, most of all, afraid of tipping my head sideways and find out if she really is gone. After what seems like hours my head finally makes a sudden spin and I could confirm what I already knew.

Beth lay there, her eyes open in a locked state of terror. She was DEAD!

The world turned into a blur, and so did all the sounds. The taste. The smell. Everything was just gone. I paused trying to hold back the feelings rumbling inside me but I couldn’t. A lone tear traced down my cheek, and just like that, the floodgates opened. So many tears burst forth like water from a dam, spilling down my face. My chin trembled as if I was a small child. I breathed heavier than I ever had before. I was gasping for air that simply wasn’t there. My throat burned forming a silent scream. I crawled my way to her body, desperately clutching at her clothing, shaking her, as if that would awake her from her permanent slumber.

It wouldn’t. And it didn’t matter how long I lay there, hunched over her body, begging for her to come back. She was gone.

I took a look upwards, seeing from just where we’d fell.

I wondered when someone would come for me. How long I would stay here with my sister.

And I waited.

And I waited.

I had no clock to tell the time, but I must have been guarding her body for hours.

When would someone come for me?

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