The Beginning of The End

Chapter Seven

"Ms. Venables imposing figure towered over you. You couldn't move your limbs, it felt like your entire body was numb. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe. You were gasping, fighting to get air in your lungs but it felt like there was a crushing weight on your chest. The slight movement caused by your breathing sent excruciating pain down your spine. You wanted to scream but you couldn't, you couldn't say anything, you didn't have the energy. Tears ran down your porcelain face as you looked up at the woman you loved. 'I'm going to die'.

It was only moments ago everyone in the outpost was cheering and celebrating with a toast. Then you watched terrified, as one by one every person fell to the floor convulsing. You collapsed on to the floor next to Mallory grabbing her by the shoulders and screaming for help. You looked over the room panicking as the people you'd grown to love were screaming and foaming at the mouth. Your brain screamed at you to do something, you felt helpless, you didn't know how to save them. Their faces where blood red by the time they stopped moving. It probably only took minutes for them to pass but it felt like hours. 

You could barely see you were sobbing so hard. Your chest was heaving, you felt like you were having a heart attack. You grabbed your chest, squeezing your eyes shut. 'What the hell is happening'. It was then that Ms. Venable took her high heeled foot and kicked you hard in the shoulder making you fall flat on the floor. All the air left your body when you hit the ground.

"Did you honestly think you were special?" she laughed.

You had so many questions none of which you could get your body to vocalize. 'Did you do this!? Did you kill them!? They didn't have to die! Why, why'd you do this'!

"You were never special, you're a fool! A fool for thinking I could ever love someone as pathetic as you!" she sneered.

Your heart was crushed. You loved the woman above you more than anything and you thought she loved you. She had professed her love for you. Just last night you'd been in her bed making love. You were in denial. 'no no you're lying! I know you love me! You can put on whatever mask you want but I know you love me! Yo-you have to to love me, yo-you promised you lo-loved me'.

Your vision was starting to blur, and you knew it wasn't going to be much longer. She was laughing maniacally over you. 'She doesn't love me' with that thought you closed your eyes. You didn't want to live without her, you couldn't. Your breathing was shallow you had seconds left. To anyone observing you it appeared you'd already passed on; your chest barley moving. You felt warm arms wrap around you, tear droplets falling on your face. You knew you were going to die, and you were ready for this pain to be over.

As you were taking your last breath you heard a faint whisper "I'm so so-sorry. I lo-love you." your love said between sobs. Your last thought before you left the word was that you wished you could tell her it was okay.

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You jerked awake gasping. You were shaking and sweating profusely. The blankets were bunched up at the end of the bed and pillows thrown around the room. 'I thought you were supposed to wake up before you actually die in dreams'.

You had been with Ms. Venable for over two months now, and you been plagued with very vivid dreams and "fantasies"; at least that's what you were calling it. You had no idea how or why you were triggered into zoning out randomly and seeing all of these things. Most of your dreams/fantasies had been of a sexual nature. You blamed it on your lustful brain.