Comotose by Kestral Volta (freda ebook reader .txt) 📕

moment became special. The ice seemed to melt away around them. Sarah gazed at Sam’s eyes, feeling that she was taking up all the empty space. She felt the pull- the invisible force that seemed to be pulling the two together.
Sam bent down and then they were together, the connection complete- joined in more than just physical contact, but something else...something more.
His arms were around hers. She savoured the embrace and, for a fleeting moment, it was not just Sam kissing her, but Sarah was returning the gesture.
When they paused and pulled away from one another, the ice became frozen once more and their feet landed on earth once again.

Chapter 7

Sam and Sarah left the caves in high spirits, holding hands all the way back to the house. Sam felt good, holding Sarah’s hand. It made him feel as though he had found something, as though the huge hole inside his was filled. Suddenly, memories didn’t seem to matter as much as they once did.
However, Sam’s feelings of elation were short-lived when they reached the house. They were met by a very angry Jack, who immediately came between the two.
“What were you two doing?” Jack barked, angrily, squaring up to Sam.
“Jack, this has nothing to do with you!” cried Sarah, trying, unsuccessfully to pull him away.
“What were you doing at the caves? What were you doing to my sister?” Jack gave Sam a hard shove. Sam stumbled back a few steps, looking confused and shocked.
“Jack! Stop it!” shouted Sarah.
“No Sarah, you don’t understand! He’s not right! There’s something wrong with him!” Jack turned to Sam and glared at him for a few seconds. “What’s that on your lips?”
“Jack! Just leave! It’s none of your business!”
“You! You and my sister!” Jack stepped forwards and swung his fist at Sam, hitting him square in the face, leaving Sam stumbling backwards, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose.
“Jack!” screamed Sarah, lunging forwards, putting herself between Jack and Sam.
“You leave my sister alone! Don’t you dare touch her!” yelled Jack.
“No, Jack! You leave me alone! You can’t control me, Jack. I’m 16, I can do what I like!” snapped Sarah.
“But you don’t know him! He could be a murderer for all we know!”
“But we don’t know that for sure! Anyway, whatever he was, he’s not anymore! Trust me, just leave it.”
Jack glared at Sam for a moment. And then he turned and headed towards the house.
“Ignore him.” said Sarah, turning to Sam.
“I don’t belong here.” murmured Sam, more to himself than to Sarah.
“Don’t say that. Of course you do! And I’m going to help you get your memory back, no matter what!”

Amy stood in the train station, gazing around at the blank tiles. Once again, she was totally alone.
“Bobby, where are you.” she whispered as she turned to the wall and walked right through it! She felt herself leaving the dream and surfacing from unconsciousness. She found herself staring at the ceiling of a hotel room. In the twin bed next to her lay Dean, snoring softly.
The clock next to her bed read midnight. They had gotten to Riverdale 12 hours before and had slept since. It was time to go to the caves.
“Dean! Wake up!” Amy shouted, only causing Dean to stir. She pulled on her clothes and pulled from her bag a torch. Turning it on, she shone the torch in his face. Dean stirred and moaned, awaking under the harsh light.
“Wha...”
“Come on, we have to go!”
An hour later, Amy and Dean were marching through the valley, headed towards the caves.
“You know, maybe it was just someone else’s dream. You might have stepped into the wrong one.” suggested Dean.
“No, I know my dreams, especially ones that belong to Bobby. It was definitely his dream. And he wasn’t there.” argued Amy.
“But if he is awake, then won’t he be back there every night?”
“Not necessarily. It depends on whether he has a dream that night, and how deeply he is asleep. I think that he was only in the train station for so long because the council put him into a deep sleep in the first place.”
“But what if his sleep has merely lightened.”
“No, I’d still feel his presence.” Amy looked back at Dean. If Bobby was awake, that meant he was alive. And then there was the matter of his memory. If he didn’t remember Amy or anything that had happened, then maybe he wouldn’t turn evil. There was hope for them yet!
Amy only hoped that the council hadn’t followed them.
The mouth of the cave loomed ahead of them. Dean hesitated before following Amy inside, but soon followed.
“Do you know where you’re going?” asked Dean, looking around the tunnels, the hint of fear upon his face.
“Of course. I haven’t forgotten.” replied Amy, walking briskly ahead of Dean, who was struggling to keep up.
Amy continued to march through the tunnels until she came to the huge, circular room. Words escaped her as she stood in the entrance, staring wide-eyed in a mixture of shock, horror and confusion.
Dean came up behind her, panting. Amy heard him gasp in shock, obviously thinking the same.
Amy stepped into the empty room. She remembered what it had looked like the last time she was there. The place had been totally frozen over; ice flows had created a thick layer across the floor, totally covering the entire room. It had made the room inaccessible, including the tunnels that had led to it. And now...
The place was empty. No ice. No Bobby.
And that meant one thing. Bobby was awake.
“We have to find him. And get him to the council.” mumbled Dean.
“No!” cried Amy, turning to Dean. “No. We can’t take him back to them. They’ll just freeze him again.”
“Amy, look. I’ve gone along with you so far. I’ve come here with you, I’ve defied the council by coming here under their radar, but now, I think it’s time we played by their rules. Bobby is dangerous. If we escape with him, then they’ll kill us!” argued Dean.
“There’s still hope for Bobby.”
“There’s no hope for him.”
“There is! Look, if he’s lost his memory, then...maybe he won’t change! He changed in the train station, but that was because he was aware of what was happening to him! He was experiencing emotion that created the right conditions inside him for the required change to take place!”
“He’ll still change. Even if he’s not aware of it. And who’s to say his memory won’t come back?” Dean took Amy by the arms. “I know you love him. I can see how hard this is for you-”
“Hard?” Amy interrupted, on the verge of tears. “This has gone beyond hard! I had to watch my boyfriend be beaten and then frozen for 7 and a half years! Hell! I had to betray him! You have no idea how dead I feel inside! If I can save Bobby, even if there’s just a tiny spark of hope, that’s enough for me! You didn’t see him change. You didn’t see how he was. You didn’t stand there and watch as he became angrier and angrier!” Amy paused, fighting back tears. “He...he told me he could never sleep. He was so tired! It was in his eyes! He was so cold! He told me he could never forgive me, that the longer he spent there, in that place, the more the hatred and anger would grow. He became...violent...threatening...”
Dean pulled Amy into a hug as she burst into tears. Sobs shook her body as she quivered in his arms.
“So, even if there’s only the tiniest bit of hope, I want to try and save him. Don’t make me try and stop you.” Amy whispered.

Chapter 8

The atmosphere at the dinner table was icy and hung thick over the four people like storm clouds. Sarah and Sam sat opposite each other, whilst Jack sat next to Sarah, looking from Sarah to Sam, angrily. Lucy sat next to Sam, looking down at her food.
“I want him out.” snapped Jack, suddenly breaking the uncomfortable silence.
“What?” gasped Lucy.
“I don’t want him in the house anymore!” Jack slammed his hand down on the table.
“Jack!” gasped Sarah.
“I don’t want to hear anymore of this!” barked Lucy.
“What? You can’t be serious!” argued Jack.
“Jack! Sam stays! This conversation is over!”
Jack just glared at Sam.

It was later that night when Lucy appeared in his doorway. Sam was sat on his bed; he wanted to sleep but he couldn’t. Lucy came over and sat next to him, sighing. Sam glanced at her. Her face was pinched slightly and almost tired-looking – a very different image from what he’d first seen in the hospital.
“Jack is so over-protective. Not just of Sarah, but me too.” She uttered. “I’m sorry. I think we’ve somehow got used to it over the years.”
“That’s ok. I can understand why.”
Lucy looked at him; her eyes glittered with something that looked like fondness. Or pride. Or disgust.

Sam, once again, found himself in the train station, alone. He was glad that the girl wasn’t there, she scared him. He ran his hand along the cold tiles, gazing out into the black chasm.
“What is this place?” he whispered to himself.
Sam’s stomach still felt heavy from dinner. Even since then, he’d felt this sinking feeling inside him, as if not only Jack, but everyone wanted him gone. He didn’t belong there.
After a while, Sam’s surroundings started to fade to black and Sam felt the familiar feeling of waking up. He arose from the surface of sleep, heavy with grogginess to find a face close to his.
Shock immediately gripped his limbs. Gasping, Sam tried to hit out, but found that the person was pinning him down! Sam became a little more awake.
“Jack!” gasped Sam.
“You’re over, bastard! You’ll get out, or I’ll kill you.” he hissed.
“Jack!” Jack got off Sam and went over to the door.
“Leave.” he ordered.
Sam got out of bed and looked around. Moonlight shone through the gap in the curtains, falling upon Jack’s angry face.
“No.” murmured Sam, not moving.
“Leave now.” Jack pulled something small and black from behind his back and pointed it at Sam. Sam quivered in fear. “Or I will.”
“Sarah-”
“Forget her. If I ever see you here again, I’ll kill you.” Jack gestured with the knife.
Sam bent down and pulled on his boots. “Where am I gonna go?”
“Anywhere but here, now fucking get lost!” snarled Jack.
Sam saw no choice but to leave.

Once out of the house, Sam stood in the back yard, gazing up at his bedroom window where Jack stood, glaring down at him. Sam took one more look at the dark silhouette and turned, wading through the snow. All he had to do was wait till morning, then Lucy and Sarah would realize what had happened and come and find him. Hopefully. He just hoped jack wouldn’t get to them first.
Sam saw nowhere else to go but the caves. It seemed simple, in a sense. It was where he’d been found- the closest thing to a home he could think of.
Surprisingly, the caves were warmer than he’d expected. The icy wind outside hadn’t causing him much of a hindrance, but he was glad that he was now in general warmth rather