Charlie sighed when Brianna finished explaining why she’s been doing this. “Brianna, that’s not an excuse to do that to people, it could’ve ended differently” Charlie tried to reason with her but Brianna just shook her head. “You can let them go” she got up and reached out to the slightly shorter girl before her. Brianna scoffed. “Oh please, Heather’s already dead and I have the others trapped in a world filled with nightmares” a smirk rose to her lips. “You know, maybe since I couldn’t capture Heather after Kyle’s mistake” she trailed off before grabbing the small pendulum clock that sat near the shelves.

“In this world Charlie, people like you don’t win, they suffer the same way you and everyone else made me suffer and they will never get the last laugh” Brianna spoke harshly with a sickly-sweet smile etched on her face. “In this nightmare, you can’t escape your punishment, you live without a soul knowing you could’ve stopped all this simply by being a decent human being” Charlie was lost on what to do, she knew she couldn’t beat someone with such power, she knew she couldn’t take back anything that happened.

Charlie tried to run for the door but Brianna raised her hand causing her to be dragged back by her throat. Her hands wrapped sharply around Charlie’s throat once she got her grasp on her. “Running away from things you caused once again?” her voice was hushed, barely above a whisper but Charlie could hear every word loud and clear. She gasped for air as Brianna’s hand grip tightened around her. “Come on, don’t hold back, let yourself become a mindless zombie like everyone else” she laughed dryly and finally Charlie fell unconscious. Brianna released an ominous laugh from deep within her chest as the doll that once looked like Heather now looked like Charlie.

Her soul slowly became trapped in the doll, exactly what had happened to the others previously, her undead body travelling to a world hidden deep inside the pendulum clock, a world where every day is a living nightmare. She was never going to return, she would forever be trapped in her nightmarish Narnia, all hope has been lost. Her body landed on the floor that was sprinkled with dirt and surrounded by trees. She groaned in pain but could barely find the energy to do anything other than groan. “It all started with what she called ‘Little You’” she muttered before her body stilled, falling into her endless slumber.