This I Promise You

Chapter Seven

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Chapter Seven

Keiran

White.

It was all around me, suffocating me as if the hands of a grown man were around my neck.

I was standing in a white padded room, about ten feet long and 8 feet wide, and if I didn't know any better, I would say I was in an insane asylum.

Looking all around me, I could see there was no door or any kind of ventilation. Not even a crack. I started to panic, probably not the best idea seeing as I was already struggling for breath, but it couldn't be helped!

I ran to every single wall, pounding on it, begging, pleading, for someone to come to my rescue, but nobody did. I was trapped in this room for crazy people and I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

All of my thoughts were scrambled and my lungs were starting to scream at me for the oxygen they deeply needed. I opened my mouth to scream for help, but to no avail.

My vision began to get blurry as I panted for the breath I so deeply craved. The room started spinning and strange voices started to cloud my head, whispering.

I feel to my knees, hands desperately clutching my ears to block out the sound. But that didn't help a bit, I could still hear the voices in my head whispering words and phrases, and one phrases I picked up on was, "Mommy, why?"

And suddenly it all stopped. The whispering noises in my head, my heavy breathing. The lights flickered a little before they completely shut off and all I was left in complete darkness with an eerie silence.

Everything completely and utterly stopped. I couldn't even hear, feel my heartbeat inside of my chest.

Confusion mixed with relief struck me so hard that I was frozen in my place, still on my hands in knees on the floor.

Until I heard it.

The wail of an infant.

And suddenly I felt another presence with me in the room.

My eyes desperately searched the room as they slowly but surely adjusted.

"Is anybody there?" I tried to shout into the darkness only to find out that my voice wouldn't carry. I tried so desperately to move my body but it was rooted into place as if killer vines had come out of the ground and took a hold of my ankles and wrists.

For a second, my vision went completely black but it happened so quick I barely even noticed. It was that fast.

And when my vision came back from its momentary darkness, the lights were back on and I could see clearly right in front of me, a baby that looked about eight months old. From the nakedness of the baby, I could tell it was a boy and he had his head tilted in obvious confusion as to who I was.

His skin was caramel, and so smooth that I just wanted to reach out and stroke his chubby little cheeks, but I was still rooted to my place.

His eyes were big, doe-like even and the color was that of a blue crystal diamond. His long eyelashes are what really made his eyes pop though and from what I could tell, they were wet and judging from the tear streaks coating his face only led me to believe that this was the baby that was wailing.

The more I searched this baby's face the more I realized he look so much like Isaiah that it was getting scary. We were face to face. He on his hands and knees and me as well, and all I wanted to do in that moment was back away from the infant, but I was still rooted to my place.