Within Reach

~part 2~ ~Drifting between~

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~Part 2~
~drifting between~
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Drifting, falling, moving, flying. I felt the life draining from inside me. It left me hanging, empty and forgotten. But Where was I? pitch black and gloomy, misty and deserted. Was this it? Would I stay here forever? Was I already buried in the ground with a Tomb stone over my head? Well, it sure was like nothing I had imagined. I felt strange though, cracked but not broken. So...was this the afterlife? Drifting around here for the rest of entirety? Surely not. I mean, I'd imagined it a much nicer place. I suppose though I should have never believed in things like heaven. Things like hell. I believed my life was going to improve, but I went down hill from the moment I met hope. So i'd lost all my trust in the world a long time ago. The problem was that everyone else hadn't. My head throbbed and my back ached, but it was nothing unbearable. A good Panadol would do it. I tried to twist, to turn, to run to scream. Not really out of pain, I was just testing limitations. It seemed I could do all four, but they felt distant. Like I was dreaming, not really doing them. My finger tips fuzzed, as I pulled them through my hair. It felt wet, and dirty, but God knows what it was. I couldn't see for miles.
So, would I have to search around a bit? Look for some lead way to heaven? Was this the test for heaven or hell? Well, at least it wasn't demon filled with lava lakes I was expected to cross. I'd had enough of that in the life I just left behind. So, That was a relief. I was never good to defend myself. Or athletically successful.
So, moving. I lifted my legs, one at a time, trying to move where I couldn't see. Was I missing something?
It hit me so hard I think I nearly fell from the world inside my head. The firry pain that ran up and down my spine but lingered in the middle. My body reacted, cringing and folding in half. I swung my arms behind my back, running my fingers along the line of fire. It was wet, but other than that it was crooked in three different places. The pain worsened then, spreading to the back of my head, ripping it apart. Again, it was still in one piece, despite the line of a 2-3 centre metre gap between each side. But the pain that I didn't feel, blinded my vision out of pure concern. No feeling in my legs.
Threat.
It felt like someone was trying to lift me onto something, but in this world, I was moving no where. I only felt the pain that accompanied it.
"STOP" I screamed, my eyes rolling slowly to the back of my head. This was it. If who ever was ripping my body apart didn't stop now, I would certainly die. Although wasn't I suppose to be dead? That fact that I thought death came without pain, that I would leave my issues behind when I entered the afterlife, was what mentally stunned me into silence. My mouth screamed itself out by pure reflex. It wasn't supposed to be like this. So I was dead? Unlikely.
"PLEASE" I pleaded, using all the breath I had inside my failing lungs. The pain was intensified as I was moved joltily from one thing to another. I couldn't do this. I didn't want to.
"LET ME DIE" I screamed louder than before. I just wanted to drift, to not feel again. Panadol was out of the question now, only a bullet to the head would fix this pain.
Again, the White hot flames ripped through me, sending electric currents in every which direction. No, no, no. I tried to rock myself, to hold my self, to hold the pain in order to contain it. But it wasn't possible. The pain was to much.
"GET IT OVER WITH" I yelled, wanting it all to end. Feeling Nothing was better than this. I didn't think I had ever begged for death this much before. I had many times, but none this urgent, none this important. The pain pinned me down, but I felt my body out side my mind moving. Quickly. The occasional bump that ripped and burnt my insides like acid. I couldn't do it. The pain was blinding, like nothing i'd ever felt before.
"HURRY", I wanted it to be over. Now. I searched feebly for something to kill the pain. Me along with it. But there was no floor. My hands met no bottom. Only continued into the blank space of nothingness I floated in.
I couldn't bare it. End it, end it, end it. Please.
But, but, why wasn't any one stopping whoever was doing this? Was leaving me in peace too much to ask?
What about the boy with blonde hair and pale eyes? Wh-what? The-boy? Where was he? I needed him. Was he in this world too? His own? Was he next to me, feeling the pain?
I wasn't alone.
For the first time, I felt like I was sharing the load with someone. Like someone else was feeling the exact same as me. I screamed again when I felt stabbing at my aching skin. My head on something, and my body in pieces. But it didn't hurt so much, because now I had someone with me. I wanted to reach out and take his hand. To squeeze it. To tell him I was hurting too. But I didn't know how to do so out side of this world. I could pretend as much as I wanted, but my body outside wouldn't move. I wanted the boy with blonde hair and pale eyes. Badly. For this first time in a long time, his presence made me feel company. So maybe that was one thing, one thing I could do before I tried again. So I'd live a few more days. To see him one more time. I fought against the pain, as I tried to find my way back to my battered body. To bring the senses back. I didn't want to drift much longer. I wanted reality, and It was going to come if I could try hard enough. I braced myself, trying hard to find a way out. I longed for the stranger who tried to save me. To have him, to see him, to want him, to need him.