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...


42. Part 3 - Chapter 41


I was going to be sick. This feeling of betrayal and regret was corrupting me from the inside. Like snakes, it writhed in my chest and then slithered around inside me. My best friend, gone. All because of me, and Daisy's face, that disappointment. I wasn't going to forget that. Piercing eyes that made you bleed from the pure sadness. The shake of the head, the refusal to look you in the eye, the loss. I couldn't comfort her. I didn't deserve it after all. She hated me right now and I hated myself. And we were both going to for all eternity.

Sleep had somehow come to me from the endless expanse of no-mans-land that had become my life. Two trenches. One belonging to me, the other to everyone else who now hated my guts. Two sides, enemies, that would never make peace. I was stuck in the middle, in between the threat of facing myself and others. I hope you never experience the same pain. There is nothing worse, not even white hot irons or thumb screws. Being afraid of yourself is the worst pain possible.


I woke from my savoured sleep next to Daisy. My heart missed a beat. We were holding hands. Maybe she didn't want to kill me just yet, or was this as simple as plane pity? Probably. I didn't know what time it was, how long I'd been out, but I didn't care. I was where I wanted to be. Minimal contact with the outside world, just me and Daisy, that's fine by me. Her forehead was creased into a frown. Like me, she hadn't been given sleep freely. As her breathing became shallower and more even, the frown ironed itself out. The shadows that had stained her face faded and she began to resemble something of her old self. We stayed for hours and hours, just lying on the cold slabs. The morning light was warming the corners of the room and morning due dripping off the windows when she began to wake. 

I watched as the shadows returned and once again darkening her features. Her eyes opened, usually bright, they now had become the same washed out grey as Trinia with dilated pupils. She closed them again and scrunched herself up into a ball, burying her head in her arms and staring blankly at the wall. She didn't cry, she didn't sniff, she didn't do anything. I got up with aching limbs. It was then that I realised how hungry I was. I touched Daisy's shoulder.

"I'm going to go and get something for us to eat." 

She nodded but didn't turn around or say anything. At the doorway I paused and looked back at her. A fragile girl paralysed by negative emotions. I shook my head and walked outside. It was a clear and fresh morning. The type that was supposed to fill you with new hope. It did. Maybe if Daisy and I went for a walk then it would help lighten her up a little.

I strode down the street. There seemed to be some extremely good smells wafting from the bakery. Fresh bread and pastries, out local baker was French and made some of the most amazing patisseries. Jàck was busy at the counter serving a cup of coffee to woman in a high neck coat and stylish woolly hat. I heard her place the money on the surface then watched her from behind as she left.

"Daniel," boomed Jàck, "haven't seen you in here for a couple of weeks, where you been?" His personality was just so likeable. He was a large man with an infectious jolly laugh. Dad and I usually came to see him after church on Sunday mornings and would buy some of his patisseries for lunch.

"Sorry Jàck, I've had my DTI camp for the last two weeks and dad was on a work trip to China. We've been a bit busy." He smiled and nodded. 

"I understand, so young man, what will it be then?" He needn't ask.

"The usual please." He was already wrapping them up and asking for the £9.25. I handed him the money and picked up the paper bag. A few shops down, I bought some apples and water and then set off for Manor stables again. When I got there, I was pleased to see that Daisy was sitting on the steps outside. She was gazing down the road as though she was expecting to see an old friend again. I knew she was thinking about Chris, so was I. Sitting down next her, I placed the bag down and put my arm round her. She leant into me as we watched the early morning cars drive by. We ate our breakfast and savoured every bite. Jàck's pastries were always good. I'd had them for as long as I could remember, but in all my years, I don't think that they had ever tasted better.

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