DYING MOURNINGS, original

thirteen : her

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 : 𝐇𝐄𝐑

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There was pain and then there was numbness. A sting, a current, and then nothing but the chill. It held me close. It was cold. Ice. Darkness was home. It was welcoming. Infinite.

It choked me until I was hot, burning up like a fever. The darkness swallowed me whole, hungry, loving, tender, home. The darkness could not contain me for long.

There was light here, appearing after what felt like a millennia at the very end of a long, stumbling walk. There was a woman here, waving with a devious grin, her colorful clothes like flashing lightning against a pitch black sky. I walked down the constricting hall, trying to grab at me, to pull me down and consume me.

She kept waving and my mind felt a tug, pulling and scraping at my broken muscles and tendons. It wanted me to come home but where was home?

I would break free if it tried to take me, if the woman was a demon in disguise.

Demon? Wasn't there somewhere I needed to be?

Someone was speaking to me, muffled voices, one voice, begging me to return, begging me to wake up. Were they crying? Did they miss me? Did they love me?

The woman dropped her hands to her side and I reached out a long hand towards her. I wanted to be here with her, we were never meant to be separated. But she gave me a knowing smile, one that I recognized from not too long ago.

The darkness could not contain me for long.

I am a vengeful spirit, no cage can hold me.

She turned away, hair fluttering and clothes shimmering. She looked at me from over her shoulder as she walked into the blinding, burning light. Through her smile and the golden haze, she spoke.

"Wake up, Red."

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short chapter!!!!!

wanted something kinda short, something more realistic with blaire dealing with this trauma and what's going on in her mind.

also....like....we all know who she sees.....and i miss her everyday 

vote/comment and maybe she'll come back again