Chapter 44

Authors Note: This is an extra chapter I wrote to a book I was reading called The Awakening.


After a week of running away and now getting a chance to sleep on bed in a place where I know I’m safe you’d think I’d be able to, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t stop thinking about Aunt Lauren and about my dad wanting me back, but the thought that haunted me the most is that I can never have my old life back, but I guess that’s probably what Tori, Simon, and Derek are thinking too. This means I can’t back out, not now, not ever. Even if I could, where would I go? I can’t just run back home and pretend like everything is fine, that’s not ever going to happen, god Chloe just get that through your head! But I couldn’t. All I could hope for is that things could possibly go back to how they were, and with that, I drifted off.

The next morning at breakfast as a bit into an apple that had never tasted so delicious, Andrew asked us how we slept. “Fine, but-“ Derek started to mumble but was soon cut off by Tori obnoxiously complaining about a pillow being too hard, or something like that. Who knows what Simon said, but everyone burst out laughing, but I just couldn’t concentrate, me being a necromancer is still pretty hard to accept, nevertheless figure out how to be one. I guess I had been zoning out though, because after quickly blinking a few times I realized Simon was frantically waving his hand in front of my face and yelling

“Chloe!”

“W-what?” I stuttered

“I asked you why you were being so quiet.”


“Oh, I was, I was just thinking, that’s all.”

“Whatever” Simon mumbled, obviously not believing me. Nothing very interesting happened throughout breakfast. It was basically just all of us putting fake smiles on our faces (except for Derek of course) and talking like everything was normal. Although after breakfast we did go exploring in the house, which might sound dumb, but in an old house you never know what you might find.

Turns out our hunch was right because after about an hour of searching we found a pull down door for an attic. Trying to act tough, Simon hesitantly went first. He led us all up the stairs when suddenly there was a huge boom and a nauseating laugh.