Chapter 145
Urgent call for help.
Jane’s POV:
I was frightened by Megan’s experience. I had never seen this my entire life and I never thought I would see this in Megan.
“Oh my God!” I sighed as I sat beside her after she dozed off.
As I sat beside my Megan’s hospital bed, my heart feels like it was shattering into a million pieces.
Megan’s eyes, once bright and full of life, are now sunken and empty, her skin pale and soggy.
Her voice, usually so full of energy and laughter, is barely above a whisper.
She’s hallucinating, and it’s like her mind is slipping away from her, like sand between my fingers.
I took her hand in mine, trying to offer some comfort, some sense of security. But my own hand is shaking, my palm sweaty.
I am scared, so scared, for Megan, for her future, for her very sanity. ”
Oh, Megan, my dear, what’s happening to you?” I whisper, my voice trembling. I feel a lump form in my throat, and my eyes well up with tears.
Megan’s gaze drifts towards me, but her eyes are unfocused, like she’s seeing something else entirely. Something that’s not there.
“Jane… I don’t know… I see things… hear voices… it’s like my mind is playing tricks on me…” Her voice is laced with fear and confusion, and it breaks my heart.
I grip her hand tighter, trying to anchor her to reality.
“We’ll get through this together, Megan. I promise. We’ll find out what’s causing this and make it stop.” I say the words with conviction, but inside, I’m scared. I don’t know what’s happening to her or how to fix it.
All I know is that I’ll do everything in my power to help her, to be there for her, no matter what.
I think back to when Megan was a little girl and we trained she was full of laughter and curiosity. She’d follow me around asking me questions, seeking my advice.
And now, she’s lying in a hospital bed, her mind lost in some dark place. It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.
I feel a surge of determination and frustration mix together inside me. I know my niece is innocent, that she’s not capable of whatever it is the Syndicate is accusing her of. But how do I prove it? Where do I even start?
I look at Megan, still trapped in her hallucinations, and my heart aches. I want to protect her, to shield her from all this, but I feel so powerless.
Then, I remembered this group of people that reached out to me. They called themselves the visitors.
I thought about the visitors who came earlier, the ones who claimed to be from a support group. Could they be trusted? Do they know something I don’t?
I decide to reach out to them, to see if they can offer any guidance or support. I pull out the card they gave me, with their contact information, and dial the number.
As I wait for someone to answer, I look at Megan, my mind racing with questions. What did the Syndicate do to her? How can I stop them? And how can I save my innocent Megan?
I dialed the number, my hands shaking slightly as I waited for someone to answer. After a few rings, a gentle voice picked up.
“Hello, Jane. We’ve been expecting your call. How’s Megan doing?” They said and they sounded like it.
I took a deep breath, trying to compose myself.
“She’s… she’s not good. She’s still hallucinating, and I don’t know how to help her. I feel so lost.” I told them.
The voice on the other end was soothing. “We are here to help, Jane. We’ll do everything we can to support you and Megan.” They told me.
“Can you meet us at the old warehouse on 5th and Main at midnight? We will have someone there to guide you through the next steps.” They added
I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should trust these strangers. But something about their kindness and concern put me at ease.
“Okay,” I said finally. “I’ll be there.”
The voice offered some words of encouragement before we hung up. I looked at Megan and I felt this could just be the help that we needed.
In no time I was there but the entire place looked gloomy and quiet.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as I gazed at the old warehouse on 5th and Main.
The building loomed before me, its windows like empty eyes staring back.
I had always avoided this part of town, whispering stories of illegal activities and shady characters.
Yet, here I was, summoned by the mysterious visitors who promised to help Megan, so I had no choice than to go.
The midnight deadline echoed in my mind, making my heart race with unease.
What kind of help required a clandestine meeting in a deserted warehouse at such a late hour? My mind raced with worst case scenarios, but I pushed them aside. I had to be brave for Megan’s sake.
I took a deep breath; I stepped out of my car and approached the entrance. The creaking of the old wooden door seemed to linger through the desolate streets.
I steeled myself and stepped inside, calling out into the darkness.
“Hello? I am Jane. I was told to come here for help with my niece, Megan.” I said.
The only response was the echo of my own voice off the walls.
I fumbled in my purse for the small flashlight I always carried and flashed it on, casting a weak beam of light into the darkness.
With a sense of apprehend, I began to make my way deeper into the warehouse, praying that I was not walking into a trap.
As I ventured deeper into the warehouse, a figure emerged from the shadows.
It was one of the visitors from earlier, their kind eyes and gentle smile a comforting sight in the dimly lit space.
“Jane, thank you for coming,” she said, her voice soothing.
“We know this must seem unsettling, but please, don’t worry. We are here to help you and Megan. We just need to be careful, as the Syndicate has eyes and ears everywhere.” She says with the others standing beside her.
They gestured for me to follow them, leading me through a maze of crates and containers.
We eventually arrived at a small, makeshift office in the corner of the warehouse.
“Please, sit down,” they said, offering me a chair.
“We’ll explain everything. We have a plan to help Megan, but we need your trust and cooperation.” They make know.
I nodded, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I wanted to believe that these strangers were genuinely trying to help, but a part of me remained skeptical. Still, I was desperate for any glimmer of hope, and so I chose to trust them.
For now!