Chapter Eight

Liam opened his eyes to see Bryce's apartment. He saw his couch, a side table, and a radio on it..? He hadn't noticed a radio before. On the couch, though, he noticed Bryce, crying, and next to him, there was Owen, comforting him. Owen? Why was he here? Did Bryce and Owen know eachother?

Bryce didn't pay a word to Liam, and neither did Owen. Liam was confused. Well, until he got a closer look at the radio.

"482729558274621732355446727354258476354761922587665745.7"

That definitely wasn't a regular radio.

He looked down at his hands. He seemed to be... less opaque? He was more see-through than usual, I guess.

Texty didn't seem to be there.

Wait a minute... Liam thought. He looked down at his chest. I'm not breathing? He panicked. He began to try to breathe in and out, but he couldn't. No air was entering or escaping. He touched his hand to his chest. No heart beat either?

He didn't feel or see this happening, but it still felt like it was. It did but it didn't, if that makes sense.

Liam went over to the couch, then, simply, sat on it. But he couldn't. He fell right through the couch, and down, down, down. He found himself inside the sea. He looked to his left, and saw the radio.

Liam heard something from the radio. He swam over to the radio and grabbed it, then held it closer. He could definitely hear something from it. In fact, it wasn't just something, it was a heartbeat monitor.

A heartbeat monitor sound coming from the radio.

Suddenly, he saw Bryce fall into the sea, right in front of him. Bryce scrambled in the water, and reached out for Liam.

"Liam!"

Bryce then disappeared.