There's no time

It had been 3 years since Jacob Stone had been reported missing. It came as a shock to those who knew him best, as he was quite happy for the average 13 year old. I'm Daisy Thomas and I'm gonna tell you what actually happened to the him.

Daisy, Daniel and Christopher are mourning at their friend's funeral. But then a sinister figure emerges from the shadows of their small town. After many strange events, Daisy and her friends are soon swept up into a mystery that no one could even begin to imagine. It's not long before they realise that the clock is ticking, and for something's, there's no time...


6. Part 1 - Chapter 6

Daniel knelt down and pushed one of my curls off of my face. "Daisy, you shouldn't have gone off on your own, especially when you're having these," he paused and thought of what to say, 'episodes' made me angry because it made me sound weak. "I don't know what to call them," he continued "the fact is Daisy that you are ill,"

"But I can't help that!" I retorted propping myself up onto my elbows and attempting to stand. I wobbled and Daniel caught me. 

"But you can," he sighed "for one thing you can stop going off on your own. You've been worrying me and Christopher sick." I rolled my eyes. Lucky me. I was gonna get the lecture, again. 

"Daisy, you aren't listening," he shook me and made me face him "this is important, I care about you and so does Chris. You keep scaring us, you keep scaring me. I don't want anything to happen to you so please listen to me." I looked at my feet and nodded minutely. He hugged me then. Long, hard and strong. Daniel had a way with me. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder. My voice quavered. 

"Cry" he whispered in my ear. I wanted to, he didn't understand, I literally couldn't cry. It wasn't that I didn't want to or was too proud to. I just couldn't.

That night Daniel walked me home. I lived on the edge of the village in a small house with my Elley. My parents had died when I was younger. In their will it said I was to live with my godmother so here I was. Elley was nice. She was actually kinda cool. She had this long purple hair and ear piercings. But the thing that I found most striking about her was the same necklace that she'd worn for as long as I could remember. It was a dolphin made out of polished white ivory that hung on a black strip of leather. When I knocked on the door she opened it. Daniel explained an edited version of the evenings events to get me out of trouble. He told her that we had stayed behind to help clear up and that I'd got upset and had stayed by Jacob's grave for a while.

Surprisingly she bought it and invited him in. He said that he couldn't because he was going to be in enough trouble as it was for staying out so late. He turned down the garden path and out the gate. Elley went inside and I was left in the doorway. I looked behind me and then ran after Daniel. I literally ran into him as I reached the corner. The collision turned into a fierce embrace. He hugged me harder than ever. I could tell he was trying to comfort me as best he could. It worked. It always did.

We kissed. I had been wrong, of course he understood. That's why we where together. All of a sudden I was apologising as tears ran down my cheeks. I was actually crying. 

"Hey," he said wiping them away, "sh, sh, sh, it's ok, I know it must be hard, with everything that's happened and everything that is happening. But we're gonna be ok. Everything's gonna be fine." He placed my head on his chest and stroked my hair. 

After a few minutes he lifted my chin and kissed me. "I've gotta go" he said sadly. I'll see you tomorrow though yeah?" I nodded. Nodding seemed to have become quite a bad habit I'd developed. We hugged one last time before he left around the corner. Daniel had 2 sisters, 1 brother,  a dog and 2 very strict parents. I knew he'd risked a lot staying with me. He'd probably face a severe punishment. What it would be, I didn't want to think about.

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