BELLE'S POV
I know not where I am.
I know not who I am.
Flanked on all sides by the darkness which seemed to bear down on me, I try to piece together the random bits of memories constantly blazing through my mind but everytime it seems like I'm about to remember something, that viscous migraine tears my head in two, forcing me to temporarily loose all cognitive ability.
After what would seem like an hour, one word eventually finds its way out of my lips.
"Hell"
I kept resounding that word ,not at all knowing why, perhaps I felt if I kept doing so, I will understand why. Or perhaps channeling my energy into speaking somehow lessened the pain plaguing my brain. Seconds later, more words came to my lips and I slowly mouthed them
I... Am....in.....hell
MARC'S POV
Should I be worried?
I can't see her but I can feel Belle sitting a few paces in front of me , swimming in a sea of anguish and confusion. She was my fraternal twin sister so I guess her pain is to some extent my pain too, but if I relieve her of her suffering now ,she won't understand, then again I just can't stand her in so much pain ,it simply sears my heart. I was going to reach out and give her a nudge so as to fully wake her up and brief her on the situation at hand, but I decided against it
"She won't understand"
After muttering those words ,I got up in the darkness
"So many contradicting thoughts, I need to clear my head. I need a smoke"
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The fallen.
ParanormalMyopia, the scourge of mankind which dates as far back as time itself. Most people fail to see the abundance of wonder that lies far ahead of them , but rather focus on the little things that lie in front of them. They fail to see both the real and...
