Comotose by Kestral Volta (e reader pdf best TXT) 📖

snapped open. He was no longer in the train station, but in his room, in bed, bathed in sweat. That dream had been very weird! Who was Bobby? And who was that girl whispering to him?
Sam sat up and glanced at his clock. 4:57.
Sam got up and went to the bathroom to splash water over his face. Looking up in the mirror, he thought he caught a blurred shape in the corner of his eye. Looking again, he saw a girl. She was small and blond, her face tear-stained and fearful. Sam whirled around, his heart picking up pace. The girl, however, had gone.

Later on that morning, Sam sat on a bench outside gazing at the valley. He wanted to go back to the cave, but he didn’t want to go alone.
“Hi Sam!” chirped Sarah, sitting down next to him. “Aren’t you cold.” She touched his bare arms.
“Not really. Hey, what’s down in those caves at the end of the valley?” Sam pointed to them.
“I don’t know, I’ve never really been down there.” she replied. “I bet Beth will know! Why don’t you go ask her? I have to go to school. I’ll see you later.” she smiled, squeezing his hand before leaving.
Sam watched her leave, sadly.

Chapter 5

Amy stood before the ten men who were all dressed in suits and ties, glaring angrily at her. Amy quivered beneath their stare, looking down at the floor.
“Why?” barked one of the men. “Why? After all that we told you, after all that we did! You know what this could mean!”
“I’m sorry.” Amy whispered. “I just couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t forget.”
“That’s not good enough!” the man snapped. “You have to stop! We know this isn’t the first time you’ve done this. We’ve been watching.”
“You’re putting us all in danger!” added another man.
“I know! I’ll stop!” pleaded Amy, dreading the consequence.
“The council has decided to give you one more chance. No contact. No dream walking, or else...”
“No! I will, I promise! Just don’t do that!” cried Amy, on the verge of sobs.
“You need to forget him. Clear?”
“Yes!”
“Good, now leave!” ordered the man. Amy hurried from the room. She couldn’t do this. She just couldn’t! 7 and a half years was too long. She’d counted each day since it happened, since she had condemned him. She hated herself more than anyone! She’s apologised to him over and over again, but Bobby had changed. Just as they said he would. And they were so convinced that this was the best and only way! It was unspeakable what Bobby went through that day! No wonder he’d changed! She hated to admit it to herself, but Bobby wasn’t Bobby anymore. At least, not her Bobby.
She spotted Dean down the hall. When she approached, he stood and opened his arms out for a hug. Amy sank into his embrace. Dean was a good friend, but just a friend. Nothing more. She only loved Bobby. Dean was the only person who had remained trustful since the day. He didn’t know how much she appreciated it.
She pulled away from Dean’s hug and, once again, the burning temptation to tell him of her last two dream walks resurfaced.
“I need to talk to you, urgently, but not here. The airport, tonight at midnight. And bring a bag of clothes and essentials. Trust me.” she whispered.
“Of course.” without question, Dean disappeared down the hall to pack. With no idea of where they were going or what they were going to do, he’d just trusted her. Amy admired him so much for that!

Midnight...

“Amy?”
“Dean!” Amy turned to see Dean heaving a bag on his shoulder towards her. “I’ll tell you on the plane. We’re going to Riverdale.”
Dean’s face saddened slightly. “Why? Tell me now, Amy.”
Amy stopped. She had to give him some reason to trust her. “Fine, our flight is in an hour. Come on.” Amy led him to a small cafe and got them both coffees.
“So, my last two dream walks to Bobby’s dream were different.” explained Amy, sitting opposite Dean.
“They’re always different, Amy.” murmured Dean.
“I know, but this was different from the usual ‘different’”
“If you say so.”
“So, the time I went to see Bobby before last, he was different. He didn’t know me. It was like he had no memory of the train station or anything! He didn’t know who I was!” Amy looked at Dean, waiting for a reaction.
“Why’s that?” Dean asked, generally confused.
“I think I know, because the next time I went to the train station he wasn’t there.” Amy waited, letting it sink in.
“Holy crap!” Dean mumbled, suddenly fearful. “Do you think...?”
“I think he’s awake. We need to go to those caves!”

Chapter 6

Jack made sure that Sam was with the Doctor before going to see Beth.
“So, you gonna tell me this story?” he asked.
“Come on, let’s go for a walk.” Beth pulled on her coat and left the room, followed by Jack.
Once out and away from the house, Beth began the story. “The caves at the end of the valley were not there by the work of nature. They were built for a purpose.” She glanced sideways at Jack, who was trudging through the snow, staring at the ground. “Two centuries ago, a group of psychic monks found out about a prophecy. There was to be a boy. He would be responsible for great destruction. So great that the world would be beyond repair. The monks set to work and eventually came up with a plan that would restrain the boy and keep him from doing harm. It would not kill him, but as long as their magic had it’s hold upon him, then the boy’s fate would be prevented. There was much controversy about whether the boy was conscious of the evil he would commit or whether it would be involuntary. Nevertheless, the monks waited. For two centuries, there was no sign of him. Those caves down there were built to hold the boy and the evil inside him. As long as it was undisturbed, then it would be ok and the boy would not escape. That’s the story. That boy who you found in there may not be the one, but no one from Riverdale saw anyone enter or leave the caves. Until your geography assignment, that is.”
Jack and Beth came to a halt in front of the cave entrance. “So, you’re saying that Sam could be evil.” concluded Jack.
“I don’t know whether he is evil or not. But the circumstances under which you found him are out of the ordinary. I have my suspicions.” replied Beth.
“Hm.” grunted Jack. So there was something wrong with Sam! Now it was just a question of revealing it! Getting proof! Despite his determination, however, some small part of Jack still wasn’t entirely convinced- something was just not quite right. There was more to this than met the eye.
His mind never left the topic, even when he was one his way back to his house and up the stairs to his room.

Sarah looked down at Sam’s hand. How she longed to hold it, but she knew she couldn’t. What would everyone else think? More importantly, what would Jack think? She saw the way he looked at Sam- filled with hatred, loathing, envy and disgust.
“I’m getting these dreams. I’m in a train station. There’s no way out, and there’s no railway either. I’m sitting there. I’m cold and tired and hungry and I feel...I feel...deceived. Like someone put me there and I hate them. I feel as though I’ve been there a long time. Too long. Then, I hear the whispers. A girl. I recognise her, but I don’t know who she is. And she calls me Bobby.”
Sarah looked up at Sam, who was gazing towards the caves. Each step seemed to take an age. There was an air of reluctance about Sam today. He hadn’t wanted to go up to the caves alone, so Sarah had been all too happy to go with him.
“You should tell the Doctor this.” she suggested.
“No. I want to figure this out by myself. I think Bobby could have been my name.” Sam glanced sideways, pulling up his sleeve.
Sarah gazed back down at his hand. Sarah frowned. There was something on his arm. Something red and ugly- a scar. It looked new.
“What’s that?” Sarah reached for his arm.
“What’s what?” Sam looked down at his arm, confused. “I’ve never noticed that before!”
“Does it hurt?” Sarah asked, tracing the ugly line with her finger.
“No. Oh well, come on.” Sam dismissed it and carried on towards the caves.
Sarah followed Sam into the caves, watching his movements. Sam traced the ancient patterns on the frozen walls with his fingers. Every so often, he would stop, grimace and grasp his forehead.
“Sam?”
“I sometimes get these flashbacks...or I think they’re flashbacks. They’re kind of flashing images of scenes. Sometimes they’re blurred, sometimes they’re people, faces, words.” Sam explained.
“Do you think they’re memories?” asked Sarah.
“I don’t know, but there’s something in here. Something...I don’t know what it is. It scares me.”
“We’ll find out. You’ll fund what you’re looking for. You’ll see!” Sarah reassured him, taking his hand and pulling him further down the tunnel.
“What types of things do you see?” asked Sarah as they walked, their footsteps echoing around the tunnel.
“Sometimes it’s people. Men, all dressed in black. Other times it’s the faces of a girl. She’s sad- I don’t know why, but she’s whispering. I can’t make out what she’s saying, but her voice, I know it. Most of the time, it’s these tunnels. I’m walking through them and I’m cold. I’m trying to follow someone, but they’re just out of sight.” Sam spoke, his voice ringing out.
“Why is it that you never feel cold, but your skin is like ice?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because I was frozen for so long.”
There was a moments silence between the two.
“You know, I don’t blame Jack for being this way towards me.” Sam looked down at Sarah.
“Oh, he’s just like that.”
“And how’s that?”
“Over protective. Untrustworthy. He likes to be certain about things. I guess, with you, nothing is certain.” Sarah finished.
“Nothing?”
Sarah looked into Sam’s eyes. They were so...empty.
The two slowed to a stroll when the tunnel widened out. They rounded a corner and found themselves standing in the entrance to a huge room. The cavern had a domed ceiling and it was circular, the walls covered entirely with writing; ancient letters from centuries ago. The light from the tunnel cast deep blue shadows around the centre, where an altar stood. Engraved around the base were the same symbols and glyphs. The surface of the altar, however, was bare and a pale red colour.
“I think this might have been where Jack found you.” gasped Sarah, stepping towards the altar in the middle. Hunks of ice still dotted the place.
Sam followed, making his way around a large chunk of ice towards the altar. “I remember this place.” he mumbled as he touched his chest. Sarah recalled what the Doctor had said about his minor injuries and how it had looked as though someone had beaten him before he was frozen.
Sam looked down at the altar, solemnly. Sarah put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. They looked at each other, and the