2. Hurting ( part 1)

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Esfir P.O.V.


  Esfir falls in eternal darkness. She crashes with force into the ground. Every single bone in her body screams in pain. She can hear them breaking on impact. She yells until she remains without a voice. Because she suffers her eyes can't see.

  Minutes, hours or days pass before she can see straight again. Esfir doesn't know because she was hurting. Something changes within her body, she can hear her bones crack again but this time no pain comes with it. And now her once-broken bones began to heal.

   She gets up and studies her surrounding. Everything is black, there is only a fading light far away. She decides to follow the source. A deep voice speaks making her stop on her way.

  " Did you really think that you could escape me?"

  His laugh makes Esfir tremble. She tries to locate the source of the voice but in vain. Because it comes from nowhere or from everywhere. The walls vibrate, the floors shake, the light begins to fade and Esfir decides to run to it. She was more terrified to lose her sight than to face the voice.

  She can feel the tears rolling on her cheeks, the adrenaline pumping thru her veins. She hers screams, she turns her head and sees figures that look like shadows running toward her with knives, daggers and swords. The tears kept poring out of her amber eyes as she tries to run faster. The light is right there, yet with every step, she takes she feels like it moves to be further apart.

  The exhaustion makes her feel dizzy. But the light keeps fading and her feer becomes grater. As the light becomes dimmer the shadows become more real.

  Esfir can see it now. The light is a lantern and below her is a child, shivering, and with a weapon in his hand. The boy seems not older than 5. He cries and shivers, he seems innocent, fragile, incapable.

  The shadows are closer, Esfir can't run forever. She doesn't have the energy to do so anymore. She gently takes the dagger from the boy's sweaty hands. He doesn't protest and he doesn't speak. She screams to the boy to run. He ignores her. Three shadows reach her, and she fights. She feels grateful for the stewardship classes that she took in middle school. The shadows dissolve in thin air when the dagger touches them. To soon, thousand of swords surrender her and she takes a decision.

  Esfir peeks the boy in her arms and starts to slaughter their way thru the sea of dark figures. She cuts their troths or stabs them. She hers them scream and blood running out of their wounds as if there was still a heart that was pumping blood thru their veins. She feels guilty, she feels disgusted and she feels torn apart.

  The boy in her arms smiles. He can see the tunnel become empty. He can see their freedom, she can see their freedom. Their passage to run, in internal darkness, because Esfir is no longer scared of not being able to see because if the figures scream and have a heart then they can see and they won't be able to see once they all enter the darkness.

  The boy stops smiling, Esfir keeps smiling. They are free in pure obscurity. They hear the screams starting to sound less threatening. Esfir similes, they are safe, for now. The boy stops smiling.

  Esfir keeps running, she bumps into something and falls. The boy has a silent tear on his cheek as he turns in ice. Esfir feels cold before she connects with the floors. The boy slips from her arms, he breaks. Esfir can't talk, she's scared, confused. The ice pieces that were, once upon, a boy start to glow. He is light. Esfir started crying. There were no shadows now, it was only her and the light in a dark round room. The room had 9 tunnels connected to it. She could hear cries in the echo of them. She didn't stop crying, she mored the boy, the fragile, innocent boy. It all seemed real, all was real.

  Minutes, hours or days pass before she can see again. Esfir doesn't know because she was hurting. The deep voice speaks again:

  "Chosse a tunnel, little firecracker. Be careful you can only choose once."

  The voice felt petty on her, she felt petty on the dead boy. She heard 9 different screams, they were coming from the 9 tunnels. She could tell 8 of them apart: Amelia, Emily, Ava, Olivia, her shopping friends, Andrews, her best friend, Irmona, her mother, Noah, and Leo, her exes. She didn't know one voice. Esfir knew that she cared for everybody, in some way, so she didn't choose a tunnel. She just stood looking at the glowing ice that started to melt.

  "Choose!" Screamed the voice, no remorse in its tone now.

  Esfir didn't choose, the ice melted, the light disappeared whit the ice.

  A mad laugh brought her back to her sense.

  " I thought you were stronger but you are so pathetic and week! You didn't choose so I will choose for you!"

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 06, 2021 ⏰

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