As I could not be certain as to how long I was unconscious. However the case, the bonds from earlier were no longer holding me up. My head was laying on Justin's shoulder with his cheek pressed against the crown of my head. We were resting side by side, propping each other up when we came to. My head throbbed furiously from what had just taken place. I attempted to rub out the pain, however, it proved useless. I looked about myself and study the room. The frames were now vacant, save for the blood that continued to seep from them. Excluding my brother's and I grunts of pain, the room was eerily silent. "Please tell me that it's over," I cringed. My sore throat had caused my words to sound painfully hoarse. Like before, the room went dark. I carped internally until the mysterious dim light turned on once more, flickering erratically. "As much as I wish it were, I presume not," Justin replied, voice fairing slightly better than my own. There was something I heard in his tone that made me glance over at him in concern. He was staring straight ahead, eyes holding no warmth. I followed his eyes and suddenly went cold. My mother's body perched again the wall, sitting in a pool of blood. It looked how it did when she was ripped to parts with her arms and legs strewn around what was left of her body. Her half caved in head rested on the wall as only one distinguishable eye stared blankly in our direction. I quickly looked away, unable to to bring myself look at her any longer. "Wh-y?" A broken whisper cried. It had been an eternity since I had last heard her voice. My eyes began to dampen for I had forgotten the sound of it. I faced back towards my mother in shock. She just stared, unseeing. Her m... ... middle of paper ... ...eam that was abruptly cut off then followed by two soft thuds. I closed my eyes and waited for the sweet relief of oblivion to consume me. Suddenly, hands clasped my shoulders and began to shake me violently. Annoyed, I sprung open my eyes. "What the hell! Can't I rest in peace for a bit?" I glared at my brother. He sat back and laughed. "Seriously, man. I promised that I would stay with you. I'm not going to die that easily." I couldn't help but laugh with him at his relief. "Come on man. There's the door and I, at least, have no desire to stay in here." He staggered to his feet and held out his hand to me. "Yea, I'm with you on that." I grasped his hand and let him hoist me up onto my feet. I leaned against him and tried to catch my breath. "Let's get out of here." Bloody and battered, we stumbled through the door and fell into the new room.
"No," everything was coming out in just a groan of pain. I couldn't even move my head. All of a sudden I felt the world move from beneath me, and I felt warmth radiating off someone. I think Soda had given up and just decided to carry me to the car.
He pressed his hands firmly to his stomach to try and slow the bleeding, yet the hole in his back bled freely, making his magic, even as he tried to heal himself, have a hard time keeping up. His mind was fuzzy, thoughts coming slowly to him, the only clear two being 'thank god he's gone' and 'thank god he didn't hurt Amaimon too' as he slumped fully to the ground, face pressed to the wood floor. It was cold and made him sleepy, though that was honestly probably the blood loss, which was slowly beginning to taper off as his body worked overtime to fix the gapping hole in his torso. Belatedly he wished he could see Amaimon from where he lay, wanting to hold him and say sorry like he had intended to. But he hardly thought he would be able to speak
I walked into the room on New Year’s Day and felt a sudden twinge of fear. My eyes already hurt from the tears I had shed and those tears would not stop even then the last viewing before we had to leave. She lay quietly on the bed with her face as void of emotion as a sheet of paper without the writing. Slowly, I approached the cold lifeless form that was once my mother and gave her a goodbye kiss.
...t. I'd much rather die with you standing next to me than you dying alone, thousands of kilometers away from me," I said. He looked at me over his shoulder, seeming to really be listening. I was pleasantly surprised. I was sure he'd tune me out. "You need me, and I need you, L. That's just how we work. Now, accept that and stop trying to shut me out!" He sighed again, but it seemed defeated more than anything. I raised my eyebrows.
It dawned on me that I couldn’t be moved because the pain was too great, and I had already lost so much blood that it would be a matter of time before I would lose too much. I had finally come to realization with my
"What! Ok, this is weird, I'm gonna go now." She says, turning around and only taking two steps before my creation stops her in her tracks, she screams and runs towards me. I grab her by the arm right before she goes past me. She stops and looks at me, my hair stained red with the blood of her friends, my gray sweatshirt in the same condition.
Rob woke up to the sound of his sister, Mary. Mary was sobbing and Rob was about to ask her what was wrong when he noticed his mother’s lifeless body. Rob’s mother had skin as black as the night sky, and swellings the size of eggs under her arms and neck.
I blinked rapidly and bit my lip, looking around nervously. He was going to sweet talk me to stay. I let out another scream. "Too many people!" I said and clung tightly to his stiff body.
... at the man, the unbidden memory of my parents’ lifeless body in the open casket washes over my mind. My head begins to throb. I fight back tears, screaming in agony.
"If this is what you really want, then you should have no problem leaving this house...for good." He said. I gasped.
My hand shaking at every thought, a cold shiver ran down my spine as cold sweat trickled down the side of my forehead. I lifted my hand up and a strong smell hit my nose, it was the smell of blood. I lifted the object and shock hit me like lightening, fear displaced my sadness, sickness changed my bloodstream from blood to a thick liquid pus and vomit. I held the muscle with my right hand as my left hand was paralysed with shock. The adrenaline shot me forcing me to move but shock shattered me into thin slices that were impossible to put back again.
Something new and awkward was happening to me taking all my attention. Nevertheless, I tried hard to comfort myself by forcing in a simple sense that it will be all right. But, I couldn’t resist the undeniable feeling of my universe squeezing too much. A feeling that went for so long that I couldn’t remember what came before. A dreadful feeling that was continuously fed with an alarming wish to escape consuming my resistance and leaving me completely exhausted. I didn’t want to surrender, in a final attempt I kicked my legs out straight but nothing happened. I tried to stretch out, to escape to make the suffering stop and merge again with the universe I used to know.“Please stop!”, I closed my eyes firmly yet no sound came out. My mouth was firmly glued by thick layers of mud.… I had no choice but finally relenting.
...ed eyes, vision growing fainter, body becoming paralyzed, and the hum of the hospital machines muting to a dull throb. And slowly I rise, rise into the escape of pure bliss.
My stomach retched, my throat dry, had I got myself into this mess? A distant thud echoed across the cold, hard floor, ricocheting into my ear. Someone was coming.