"So where do you think your father is now?" I asked Bella.

Earlier Bryan and I had decided that we needed to know as much as we could in order to figure out how to stop Blake from winning the battle of evil against good.

"He's not going to win, you know," Bryan had said.

"How do you know?" I had asked while the tears fell down my face.

"Because we have the most powerful and most sovereign on our side."

"What do you mean?" I could barely keep the tears to stop from falling.

"God. He's on our side." Bryan had stood up, and while I looked up at him, my vision became as blurry as a blind dog's eyes.

He had outstretched his hand and helped me up, and then we walked back together to the house.

Bella's voice shocked me out of my reverie, answering my question before I could relive more of mine and Bryan's encounter. "He's probably back in our present time."

"Pulling all the strings, huh?" Liam said, his arm around my back. I was on the bed with him again. He seemed to be doing all right, but every now and again he groaned in pain.

Bella bit her lip. "Look I'm not trying to defend him or anything, but he probably has no idea what's going on here."

"Ha!" I disrupted Bella from continuing. My anger had returned. "I'm sure he has cameras planted in this house! Watching us. Waiting for us to all to die. One by one he'll take us out. Amy was first! Who's next?" I jumped off of Liam's bed and ran to the wall nearest the door. "You see everything don't you, Blake?!" I started to punch it. I just couldn't take it anymore. "And you don't even care." I felt my hands begin to bleed from the splintered wood, but I didn't care.

I didn't care that everyone was watching me. I didn't care about the pain. I didn't care that my life could end at any given moment. I didn't even care that Bryan and Dad had come up behind me and plied my bleeding hands away from the wall and restrained me. And I didn't care that Liam, the love of my life, was watching my outburst. All I cared about was getting back at Blake. And if he ever showed his face, he would be dead in an instant.

~ ~ ~

I had had too many outbursts for one day. One day was all it took for my life to change completely.

I didn't want it to be this way. Obviously, I wanted it to get better. I wanted Amy back. I wanted everything to go back to normal. I wished that I was back at home, probably now at school because we've been here for more than a month. Yes, I wished I was at school. I never thought I'd think that.

I mean, what was the point of being here anymore? We were lost and in an unknown place. The situation was hopeless.

I collapsed on Liam's bed and stared at the ceiling. We had put the bed back in the room, and then everyone else, except me, had gone to their bedrooms. Mom said that someone should stay with Liam, and I volunteered. Luke and Bryan were upstairs. Bella in the room next to Liam and me. And my parents were in the room opposite of us.

The worst day of my life was finally coming to an end.

I sat back up and Liam and I met eyes for the first time in a while. After my umpteenth outburst of the day, I was scared to meet his eyes. But I kept them on his because I wanted to show him that I was working through everything. I may be broken, and I may want all of this to end somehow, but I knew I had to stay strong for Liam because he was staying strong for me.

As I stared into Liam's eyes, I noticed that they were glassy and opaque-I couldn't tell what he was thinking or how he felt. He smiled slightly at me. I smiled back, unsure if I should have. I wanted to know what he was thinking. I wanted to be able to have time alone with him. But he couldn't move anywhere. He had been in the same place for hours. His body must be so weak and stiff from sitting in one place for so long and not being able to move.

We had given him two bowls of pottage to eat, while everyone else only got one. But no one seemed to care. I knew I didn't. I wasn't hungry enough and I knew Liam needed to regain his strength and get his blood flowing again.

I looked back at Liam, and his eyes were still on me. I took his hand in mine and told him I loved him and that I was here for him. He smiled but said nothing in response. Was he in too much pain? Both physical and mental? And that was when I realized how pale white his face was.

"Liam. Are you okay?" I asked, squeezing his hand tight. He didn't squeeze back, nor did he say anything or move his eyes.

"Mom! Something's wrong with Liam!" I yelled so that she could hear me and got up from her room. As soon as I got up, his head fell lopsided, and he slid down from the pillows, starting to shake uncontrollably.

~ ~ ~

I had never seen a seizure before in my life. I didn't know how I was supposed to react. Mom rushed into the room as swift as could be. She held Liam down, trying to keep him from shaking. Dad rushed in as well right after Mom had entered.

"Water!" She yelled, and Dad ran back out to the kitchen.

Foam protruded the surface of my lover's mouth. His eyes had turned into the back of his head and blood began to flow from his leg as the stitches came undone. Liam thrashed in pain and utter anguish as Mom and I tried to hold him down. Bryan had come in, then, to help us, trying to hold his bloody leg steady. He had already lost enough blood before this. Why did he have to lose even more?

I couldn't bear to think what would happen if his breathing stopped. For his breaths were unsteady and he would exhale heavily with every thrash but would barely inhale a sliver of air. After a few more painful seconds of Liam thrashing out with throbbing torture, he stopped moving

Several things happened at once. I screamed, "Liam!" Mom began to do chest compressions. Dad came back in with water. Bryan clutched his leg, putting as much pressure as he could on the bloodstained gash.

I opened Liam's mouth and started to breathe as much air into it as he could, holding his nose closed. Every few breaths, I shook his face in my hands, screaming his name. He must breathe again! This could not happen! I could not lose two people I loved so much in one day!

Dad handed Mom the water and she poured it on his face. Nothing happened, so she returned to pumping his chest again.

Just when we thought all was lost, Liam shot up to a sitting position, his eyes opened as wide as they could be. His chest was moving in and out faster than I had ever seen anyone's chest move before. One moment it was completely stopped, and the next it was moving faster than a speeding bullet.

"I saw him." He began speaking very fast. "I saw it! I saw-"

"Liam!" I screamed.

"Stop!" Mom screeched.

"Save your breath." Bryan shrieked.

"Saw what?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Saw who?"

Liam's face was replaced by dark red, and his eyes were watery. I had never seen him so anxious before.

Nothing seemed to be going right. Liam had almost died twice today. My little sister was gone. Everything we had thought to be true about Bella was a lie. Would this ever end? Would even more happen? I thought I had lost Liam just a moment ago, and I could not bear to think what I would do if I lost two of the people I loved most in one day. I would want to die. This time not because I would want to see the ones I loved, but because I would not want to go on with this painful and heart-breaking life anymore. I would lose the will to live.

What was it about losing everything I needed? We had been through four different eras because the phone had disappeared. And our reasoning behind it was completely off. Someone's using us and pulling the strings like we were little puppets.

I was getting sick of it all. Sick of all this hardship and all this death. Sick of crisis after crisis! Sick of traveling through times! Sick of losing everything! Sick of life. I did not want to go on if this was how I would live. We were in a time worse than the Titanic. On the Titanic, there was only a set number of places we could look. And though we only had four days to find the phone, we had a chance at survival. Here; however, we could all die off, one by one by one, if we didn't find that phone soon.

My heart was beating so fast I could barely remember what it felt like to breathe normally. What did he mean he saw it? And saw him? So many things were going through my head right now, I couldn't think straight. Liam was going crazy and I was too!

"Him. It. The. . . the. . ." Liam said, falling backwards. Mom caught him right before he slammed into the bed's headboard. The what? He was still shaking, but not because of the seizure-because of fear. Why was he scared?

In the past few minutes I had not moved an inch. I felt as still as a statue. I thought that I would stay like this forever. Moving seemed impossible. My eyes stared straight into Liam's, immobile. He stared back at me for a second and then looked from person to person with heavy breathing and ongoing trembling.

"Liam. Calm down. Your heart rate is going to cause you a stroke." Mom said, stroking his head with her hand and dripping water slowly into his mouth and on his forehead.

Liam's eyes moved swiftly each breath he took.

"He must be at least 160 per minute," Dad said, as he came back with more water, and kneeled down next to Mom.

I didn't know what to do. I felt lost and confused and broken. So much had happened today, I could barely believe it. All this in one day! It seemed impossible, but yet indescribable and dreadful. No. It was more than dreadful. It was deadly and something more. . . that words could not explain. Things happened today that no one could ever take back. The past was the past and it could not be undone. The phone was useless because it was always lost, like how I felt now.

There was that broken piece in my heart that could never be mended. A piece that was lost forever. Just like how all my happiness was. With everything that happened today, happiness seemed impossible. And it would be worse if. . . if Liam. . . I couldn't bring myself to think of it.

Everything happened so fast I didn't even have time to rest! This time was by far the worst time I had ever been to. This place was by far the worst place I would ever have to live through! This day is by far the worst day of my life.

"Liam! Don't speak!" Mom stopped Liam from beginning again, covering his mouth. "You need to calm down. You need to breathe. Breathe." Mom mimicked breathing slowly as she took big deep breaths. "Deep breaths. Liam. Come on."

I could tell that Liam was trying to slow down his breathing, but I knew his heart rate could not slow down. I had had an anxiety attack only once before. It was a day that before this day, I would have named the worst day ever. It was a few months ago, and the day Trevor and I broke up, as well as the day I got my math final back with a 33% on it. Also, that day I had had a dream the night before about the person who I hadn't dreamed about for several years, which was Uncle Scott. That dream had weighed on me throughout the day, which actually, on some crazy note, caused Trevor and me to have the fight. But those four things were not even close to what I heard that night. That night I heard that one of my best friend's grandmothers had died.

When I was alone in my room, just before I went to sleep, I listened to my playlist with depressing songs on it. The one that I heard, that was still completely clear in my head, even if I had not listened to any music in more than a month, was "Fix You" by Coldplay. This song began the breakdown. This song began an anxiety attack that would last no less than thirty minutes.

I thought that my life would surely end there. Something about the heart beating at least double the amount it was supposed to caused me to believe that my life could not go on. I thought that that night was the most pain I had ever felt. I was wrong. This night-this day-was the worst day of my life.

As Liam began to breathe at a better pace, Mom spoke again. "Ok. Tell us what happened. What did you see?"

Liam's eyes began watering and his breathing became slower and slower. What was happening? His breathing hadn't stayed normal all day! What did he see? I could tell that he was trying to speak, but for some reason, nothing came out.

"Liam?" Mom asked, still stroking his hair, giving the cup back to Dad to get more water.

He opened his mouth once more and a small groan came out, his eyes completely stationary on the ceiling above him. Tears would fall from his eyes, gripping onto the pillow below him, making a darker stain than was normal for the sheet.

I still had not moved an inch, nor did I want to. I did not cry, though I was sad, because there were no more tears to shed.

My faith was failing me. I did not want Jesus in my life anymore because of how much pain he has put me through. God lied to me. He lied to us all. Once my favorite verse, Jeremiah 29:11, was all a lie. He said his plans were not to harm us and they were plans to give us hope and a future, but the future seemed devoid. It seemed hopeless and without purpose. Impossible and irredeemable and only filled with pain. Amy no longer had a future. Liam may no longer have a future. And because of that, I could no longer have a future.

Wouldn't Blake want to make a resurrection tool? I would think that he would want to bring Mia back to life if he loved her so much. But then that meant part of this reasoning for us being in this horrible time led back to Mia's death. I wonder if Blake had ever visited Mia at the mental hospital? Did Dad know? I wanted to ask him, but there were other problems going on right now.

Liam neared death every second and none of us had any way to help him. There were no hospitals, no modern doctors, no one around. Black Death wasn't just a disease; it was a curse. A curse that spread across the world, killing everyone in its path. But it had not swept over us. Why? Amy had died from an arrow, rather than a disease. Liam fought death now because of a battle, which caused a sword to rip up his leg, spilling out most his blood.

Dad came back with more water and Liam gulped it up. At least he still had energy to drink and swallow. As his anxiety faded away more and more, and his breathing and heartbeats were more regular, Mom helped Liam sit back up, propping him against the pillows once again.

"I. . . I think I know. . ." Liam breathed heavily as the blood rushed back into his face. "I know where the phone is."