NO LIGHT

No light • Book 1

Every story has a begining...
But not every story has an end.
   Sometimes when the pages stop, you have to write your own ending...

•Introduction•

The end

Cold wraps you like a blanket and the numbness Slithers across your body like a snake.
Every second is a lifetime.
The light begins to fade from you as you accept that this is the end.
A lifetime of seemingly endless struggles.
But this is it...
The final struggle.

As you drink up your last seconds of life, you realize that this is for the best.
Images and memories start to replay in your mind.
Your entire life...
So much pain...
So much joy...
So many moments flash before you in just a few instants.
Faster and faster until they all blur into one.

The light.

•Chapter 1•

What is this nightmare...
It's dark. I can hear the muffled pitterpattering of feet.
Quiet screeches and distorted whispers echo behind me and I can feel my heart trying to escape my chest. Every pound is something like the beat of a drum. As the weight of my anxiety gets heavier, my feet seem to get lighter.

My face is numb from the cold and my skin burns as if it were set alight.
One of the whispering voices calls for me.
"Adreane. Adreane. Adreane"
It's voice sounds familiar, but it's just a trick.
My heart feels like it's about to jump out and run ahead of me and I can't feel my fingertips. I'm going cold, as if the life is being sucked from my body.
"Adreane. Come on. Stay with us."
There's a pleading cry in its voice. It's desperate.
I can hear more whispering, but I can't make out what they're saying.
Something grabs my arms and I can feel a wave of cold on my back as I get glimpses of someone strapping me onto a table.
I can't let them catch me. They'll torture me.
"Stay with us"
Another voice whispers. It sends a shiver down my spine.
I can't feel anything anymore. My whole body is cold. I feel like I'm shaking.
If I were to stop running, I wouldn't be able to move again. I can't stop. They'll catch me. I have to keep going...
Theres A blood curdling cry somewhere in the distance and I hear another voice.
"Were not losing you"
More whispers somewhere else start up again But I still can't make out what they're saying.
For an instant, there's nothing but silence..
Then something heavy hits me in the chest and a flash of white blinds me before the whispering starts again.
...
"Come on. You can make it. Hang in there"
...
That's the last thing I hear before it all fades away...

•Chapter 2•

My eyes open with a dull mixture of relief and sadness as I immediately realize where I am.
Chessboard floors, creame colored walls and people walking around in blue pajamas.
The hospital.
I feel the urge to cry but the tears don't come. For some reason, I just feel disconnected. Like someone unplugged something in my brain.

A bitter part of me wishes they would've let me die. But dying like that...
In a hell like that...
There's also a part of me that's relieved to know it was all in my head. That's the part of me that wants to cry right now. That hell might be over but I still live in this one.

This one. I still live in this one. I still. This one. Stop. Shut up. This one. Stop. Just shut up. I still live in this one.

My mind Is broken. My thoughts have no track. There is only a train spinning in a wild chaotic circle. I just want it to end...
I hear footsteps coming from the hallway. I didn't realize how quiet it was until now. What time is it?

The time. What time is it. Time. What time-

I hear the clicking of the doorknob before a black-haired nurse pops his head in. His face lights up and a smile grows on his face as he speaks.
"I'm Delighted to see you're finally awake Ms.gray" Hes barely spoken yet and you can just hear the education in his smiling voice. I doubt his use of vocabulary changes with his attire. He probably moans professionally. I hate him already.