AUGUST SONG FLASH FICTION

Okay, so this story is inspired by a melody, but unfortunately, not the one everyone else used. See I saw Halsey, who I love, but immediately jumped on to my favorite song of hers, which is Gasoline. So, I used that one. Anyway, it's still Halsey so I'm sure it counts for something . . . right??

Here's the song if you're interested:

Voices. Talking. She wasn’t sure where they were coming from. From the outside? Inside her head? Not sure. Can’t react. If we react then everyone will know. Know what? Stop. Don’t go there.

She blinked. She could feel herself blink. Did that mean she was real? Had to be real, right? What was that noise? Buzzing? If she listened hard enough she could understand. No, couldn’t listen then.

The buzzing persisted. It wouldn’t leave her alone. Her eyes flicked to the left and saw him. No, no, no. He wasn’t real. Couldn’t be real. Maybe he was real and she wasn’t?

Everything was coming into focus. Pads. Pads lining a wall. Why were there pads? What did it mean? Why was her room lined in pads? No, don’t think about it. Thinking was bad. Remembering was bad.

“Shay. Shay.”

She flicked her eyes again and still he was there. Now he was saying her name. Shay. Was that her name? Yes. She thought it might be, but why would he say her name? Why was he here? He wasn’t supposed to be.

“You’re not real.”

She spoke. She talked to him. Why did she do that? She was going to get in trouble. Trouble?

“Shay. I am real. Shay, look at me.”

She couldn’t help herself. Why couldn’t she stop? If she didn’t stop . . . what? What would happen?

“Shay, you have to come back to me. I need you. Please, Shay.”

His voice. She loved his voice. Like music. Come back? Where had she been? Had she gone somewhere?

“Those fuckers shot you up with something. Please Shay, come back to me. Then we can get out of here. Please.”

She blinked and blinked again, clearing her vision. The room was white with pads. She didn’t know this place. Why was she here?

“Where am I?”

“They took you away. Locked you up. They tried to convince people you’re sick. You’re not, Shay, you’re not sick.”

“I’m not sick. I don’t feel sick.”

Her arms ached, but she couldn’t move them. Why couldn’t she move them? Looking down she found she was in some kind of coat. Coat? No, not a coat. Straightjacket. She was in a straightjacket.

Her teeth chattered as her body shook. No, no, not again. She couldn’t be back again. She wasn’t sick. She wasn’t.

“Shay, concentrate on my voice. Take a deep breath and concentrate. You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

“Connor.”

His name came out in a whisper, but he smiled. Nodded.

“Yes, love. Now, shake off the rest of what they gave you. You have to shake it off. Please, Shay. Concentrate.”

Closing her eyes, she began to focus on her breathing. In. Out. In. Out. Slow. Steady. Blue light. She could . . . feel it? Was that right? Feel it. She could feel the blue light, deep, but strong. So strong.

Gently, so gently, she coaxed the light up. Coaxed it up, until she was bathed in the light. Opening her eyes, she slowly pulled her arms lose from the jacket and shrugged it off.

Connor stood and smiled. “There’s my girl. Hurry. Take my hand. Someone’s coming.”

Shay concentrated on the blue light and took Connors hand. Red light flared around him and, as they touched, the colors mixed and mingled. Purple. Pure, deep purple surrounded them.

The door of the room burst open and someone began to scream. Shay didn’t care. Scream away, there was nothing anyone could do to stop her.

She stepped into Connor’s arms and the two of them disappeared.

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