Waking Up Dead

Chapter 3: Dark Solitary

Have you ever noticed that when you sign up to love you also sign up to the pain that will come after, a pain that may not show physically on your body but bleeds internally crippling you until you are no more.

Why do I always have a pounding headache and why does waking up have to be the hardest thing and who the hell is calling my name in that annoying tone.

“Nikita! Nikita wake up!”

“Five more minutes mom”  I reply automatically honestly why can’t that woman let me sleep I feel as though I’ve been run over by a train and my body aches everywhere. Ah peaceful silence, I roll onto my side when everything that happened that day comes charging through my mind and before I know it I’ve sprung up like a jack-in-a-box and alert. I turn to look at the spot where I placed Amira the last time only to see her on her back but still firmly attached to the chair I could not help but laugh at how ridiculous she looked “how on earth did you manage to fall over?”  I ask turning my head to the side with genuine curiosity.

“It’s not even funny, I don’t know you fainted and I tried to get out from this”  she struggles with the ropes “I panicked when you didn’t wake up straight away so I rocked backwards thinking this damn chair would break, but as you can perfectly see from up there it has not” she blew out a frustrated breath.

“I fainted? How long was I out?” 

“Nikita I’m still tied to the chair and on the FLOOR or were you actually planning on asking me questions whilst I’m still in this position?” annoyance clearly showing in her voice not that I blame her of course.

“Sorry there Ams totally forgot you were on the floor”  I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Shut up at help me out, there starting to hurt”

I walk around the chair and stood in front of her grabbing the back of the chair I effortlessly hoisted her up with one hand. I stood there amazed at how strong I’ve become and started to flex my muscles.

“Yes, yes we can all see how strong you are now please just remove the ropes”.

I freed one of her hands and as I went to remove the second I fell on my backside clutching my stomach as pain shot through my insides every two seconds and I could not help but close my eyes and scream. I could only faintly hear shouting in the background as my screams where dulling them down, I rolled onto my side and pulled my knees closer. I could now feel the pain slowly scratching its way up my throat making it feel tight and hot all I wanted to do was rip my throat out I placed both hands around my neck and squeezed hoping that it would ease the pain. As every second passed the pain became more and more unbearable to handle I clenched my jaw hard not caring that my teeth might break as I tried to stop from screaming instead an animalistic growl escaped I opened my eyes and started to scratch on the carpet anything to help release this pain.  My eyes automatically found its way to a stressed looking Amira trying feebly to remove her trapped hand, my lips parted and I could feel my teeth moving and growing too shocked I forgot about the pain and started to feel the inside of my mouth. I might have looked like a mad woman with the whole of my hand inside my mouth and all I could feel was sharp teeth much sharper than before I looked back at Amira and started to sniff the air, the pain in my stomach started to erupt again.

“Amira…”  I weakly called out to her sniffing the air again my mouth started to water and the night in the grave yard flashed before me and all I could see were dead bodies lying on the ground. “Amira run”  I called out much louder grabbing her attention as I started to crawl my way to her.

“What? Eh why?”

I reached up to her chair and started to untie her after finishing I looked back into her eyes and letting all my emotions pool into her big eyes trying to make her understand “please just run”.