Don't Blame Yourself (Yoshiki x Ayumi Fanfiction)

Chapter 14: Dark

~Yoshiki Kishinuma's P.O.V~

Everything went black.

Dead black.

I had no idea where I was, and I couldn't feel anything, either. I remember a few years back, I was in a cave, and when the lights were all turned off, it was dark. No light at all. This is what it was like (cliche comparison, I'm aware), but now I couldn't move. Nothing was listening to me, and I was completely frozen; paralyzed. Sleep paralysis...?

No, couldn't be; can't see shit, I'm unaware...this can't be it. Thank god, that shit is terrifying. I'll stick with being temporarily blind, thanks.

I felt a...weight...on my arm...and sharp nails, I think, dug into my skin, and that's when fear begun to rise. I was moving now, and I couldn't fight, or even ask where were they were taking me. I was completely unable to do anything, as if I was still asleep, but conscious. It was so dark, too. I couldn't see an inkling of light, not a single fucking glimpse. God, my heart was beating so fast, I don't think I haven't been this scared since Ayumi almost got hit by that truck... And some other incident, which this was reminding me of. Except I couldn't run, and Ayumi wasn't by my side. And, having lived in this apartment for a long while now, I could literally navigate around this place with my eyes closed (I was so bored I tried it once), so I knew exactly where I was now. Off the bed, on the floor, being dragged to the hallway. Whoever this shithead was, he was strong.

Suddenly, my eyes flew open, and bingo, I was right. I still couldn't move, for whatever reason, and was forced to stare as the bed, and see that it was empty. Eerily and oddly abandoned. She was probably making something in the kitchen, and if whoever was taking me away did it right, I could be dragged out of my apartment, and she would think she would've noticed, but didn't. I wanted her to just come away from the kitchen and save me, goddammmit!

The thoughts running through my head were selfish, but I couldn't care less. I didn't want to be in this godforsaken hold of paralysis! This situation, in my perspective, was nearly literal hell! How would she feel if she was like-

Wait.

Am I...

Am I possessed?

Is this sharp pain, digging into my flesh, just my own arm...?

I can't control myself, but I'm moving. My limbs feel nonexistent, as if they're not there. I'm not blinking. There's no sliding noises, and that's when my fright subsides enough for me to take in that I am standing at my own height, exactly. As I leave the room, painfully slow, there's only one set of footsteps, sounding shaky and uneven; staggering and stumbling around...like if it's not entirely grasped how to walk yet. I vaguely recognized these symptoms. Ayumi and Satoshi seemed...kind of like they were moving like puppets. They seemed to have no recollection of the episode, and to be honest, I couldn't remember how I had gotten out of the bed. My memory before that remained, just not when this whole bullshit thing started.

That was the only semi-logical explanation right now, and it'll have to do. I tried to keep this level-headed state of mind, but that all changed when I was twirled around and a hand reached out in front of me. My own hand.

A dark, shadowy cloak shaded my hand, coating the limb with a purple-ish, opaque layer. At first, I thought it was someone else's. And about then, my arm stopped hurting, too. Yes, it was final now.

I'm dead in the middle of feeling a ghost take control of my body, or maybe even the darkening, and that's when whatever sense I had left in a snap, leaving me delirious. A bunch of frustrated, angry thoughts ran through my head, and I couldn't see any longer. Again, back to black. I was really starting to hate the dark now, with all these shitty insecurities, and ghost pricks looming around. Damn.