Twenty six

BLAKE MORENO POV

My head felt heavy, and the world seemed to be one large whirlpool, twirling together until I felt lightheaded. Gabrielle's voice, I heard it, but it had come from such a faraway place that I thought I hallucinated it, not that I knew what was real or not, but I didn't want to wake up.

The guilt, her eyes- the eyes of the dead- invaded every corner of my mind. I blinked, willing the world to come into focus. They did, and I wasn't seeing those accusing eyes anymore, instead, I was gazing into two pairs of familiar-looking eyes, the iris widened, beautiful colors exploding at the edges, drawing my focus until they were the only thing I could see.

The eyes I gaped at were calming, dispelling my nightmares, even if it was just for the meantime. I looked away, the arrays of colors in the room making me flinch. I had grown so accustomed to the white room, that seeing any other colors were like pricks of needles in my eyes.

Was this another hallucination, I couldn't even