Dreaming- A Niam Fanfiction

No changes.

Not even if I wanted to.

A large pain stings right through my chest, and everything around me comes to a stop.

I can't breathe anymore, something inside of me is holding me back, keeping me from moving, breathing or making any noise.

The room turns into a big fog, and when I look up, Liam and Greg have dissapeared.

My heart starts beating faster and faster, and my eyes begin to water.

Where are they?

Why is this happening to me?

I just want a normal life, a normal brain and normal thoughts.

The thick grey fog blows softly around me, making chills to run through my entire body.

I'm standing.

Alone.

In the middle of dirty grey smoke.

I wish Liam was here.

I wish he could just come and wrap his large and warm arms around my body, protecting me from any danger.

But no, here I am, standing alone in the middle of nowhere.

The only sound that can be heard are little drops, coming from nowhere and landing nowhere, their small noises being carried far and far away.

I want to say something, anything, but I can't.

Why isn't anything happening?

Why am I not going back?

Normally something happens in my thoughts.

I see someone, I go somewhere, I feel something.

But now I'm only standing here, the fog quietly hovering around me, the small drops being the only things to cut through the silence.

I don't even know where I am.

Is this heaven?

Is this hell?

Is this home?

I turn around, making the fog twirl around my body for a second, before it slows down again and starts floating leisurely again.

Behind me is grey fog, in front of me is grey fog, and above and underneath me is also grey fog.

I'm locked in.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to just take a step, wanting to know if something will happen.

I move my leg forward, and place it down on the ground.

Fog twirls up like dust, but nothing else happens.

It didn't even make a sound.

Biting my lip, I stop moving.

I don't know why, but I can't walk any further.

My heart is beating franticly inside my chest, warning me to not move an inch.

My chest tightens, and I my eyes keep glancing around the whole space.

Fog, fog, and more dirty white fog.

Nothing less, nothing more.

But why am I feeling like this?

Why do I feel like there's something else, waiting for me to do something?

Waiting for the right moment to reveal itself and take me down into something dark, something dangerous.

The drops keep falling from the sky, but it seems like they're getting louder and louder.