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...


43. Part 3 - Chapter 42



Daniel had often talked about the baker very fondly. I understood why now. Whatever he made seemed to be filled with all his spare love and happiness. I'd met him a few times before and he came across as very bright and cheerful with a lovable character. His freshly baked sweet treats warmed me deep inside where the suns rays cannot touch. I found myself smiling as I stared into the dusty road. I felt like a wilting plant; I was tired and worn out. However the food and drink that I was consuming slowly began to revive me. 

"We should go for a walk." Daniel touched my jaw. He wanted me to get away from this room that had our bad experiences etched all over it. 

"Ok, I'll go and get my jacket." I'd walked halfway across the room when I stopped. Slowly I turned around to face the large desk against the wall. The button eyed doll that I had seen sitting on the paper work wasn't there.

 I don't know why, but I felt a sudden loss. Rushing over, I looked frantically under sheets of paper, rubbish and empty bottles. But I couldn't find it. I backed away slowly. The walls no longer bore the two bodies. They'd disappeared with the changing of time, but I had seen the doll only moments ago. I'd been staring at it while Daniel had gone. Its black eyes glaring down at me through hair made of old springs on a tilted head chilled me to the bone. The fabric used for the skin was a pale purple and the small girl wore a white dress with red dots on. It had been hand sewn, presumably by Trinia. While I stood looking at the table, it took me a few seconds to realise that it showed a small resemblance of me. I backed away even faster, picked up my hoodie and ran out the door.

"You ok?" Daniel took me by the shoulders and inspected me. "You've gone extremely pale." He cocked his head to the side to inquire further.

I told him about what I'd seen and realised. He shook his head. I knew he was trying to forget about everything but I was continuously reminding him of everything. He grabbed my hand and started walking away from The Manor. I looked at the ground, then up at him.

"We aren't going to be able to forget about this you know."

"I know," he sighed. "But the least we can do is to try and follow our normal lives again," he said hopefully.

"No Daniel, we can't even attempt that. What we experienced was too far gone. And some things we won't be able to change at all. Like..."

"No don't say it." Daniel interrupted.

"The fact Christopher is gone." I finished defiantly. 

He gave me a pained look. "You need to face it Dan. We both will, for the rest of our lives. It's not something anyone could ever forget." He didn't say anything. We just carried on walking for a couple of minutes. I asked him where we were going.

"To the flower shop, I want to put some flowers on Jacob's grave." 

"Me too," I said nodding. We trudged down the market road until we reached the small shop. Giving off a floral odour, it could be smelt from meters away. Daniel pushed open the door and picked up a bunch of daisies. The lady at the till smiled at us as we payed. The muscle in Daniel's cheek twitched as he attempted to return it. It was hurting him. It was hurting me. 

We left the shop with low hearts. I'd hoped that the beautiful scent would lift my spirits as it usually did on my daily walks to school and through the village. The church was in the middle of town so we didn't have far to go. However it felt like the longest trek of my life. We crept past the vicarage, a feeling of deep, foreboding, unforgiving guilt coursed through my blood. I looked at Daniel. His face reflected my feelings. I squeezed his hand. Tugging him, we entered the grave yard through the tall steel gates. Winding our way through we reached the spot we now knew so well. I could swear the ground moved beneath me. Jacob's grave was gone.

THAT'S THIS BOOK DONE! Don't murder me. I'm working on a sequel. Thank you so much if you've stuck with "There's no time" all the way through. If you liked it then feel free to like, fav, comment, fan and all that. Check out my other works and yeah!

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