The Monster Within

Pain and Hope

Blake Brown's POVI shot straight up, breathing so hard it made my lungs hurt worse then it did before. I felt like I died and came back again, only to be run over by a 2,000 pound truck and then struck by lightening.

I grabbed my chest hoping it would help me breathe better but it didn't seem to help at all. My chest hurt like someone had burned it with a lighter; my head spun so fast it made me puke. I started shaking from the shock and pain streaking through me. I could feel the rage building up and fur pushing against my skin as though I could transform into a wolf at any moment.

My muscles flexed back and forth until they echoed. My hands seemed to vibrate against my throbbing neck and I seemed to be strangling myself.

I tried to stand but didn't make it far before I collapsed in pain screaming and making my throat hurt more then it all ready did.

It was like I swallowed a pound of sliver whole and started choking on it. I was still gasping for air. I rolled into a ball and started to shake more and more until it only seemed to be a fast vibration, tapping on the black surroundings endlessly.

Tears from pain spilled over my eyes and I began to choke more and more from everything that had happened, making me fall further into shock.

Everything seemed too real; I'd felt my heart pound, I'd seen the ground slip by me, I'd smelt fresh popcorn from the theater, and I'd heard the sound of cars. I could envision it all as though it only was two secondss ago.

I'd felt death, I'd seen Journey die, I'd smelt blood, and I'd heard the gun shots and the screams.

All the blood, the evil, the pain. It was worse then I'd ever thought it to be, Journey dieing, by any means, losing her, it was unbearable by itself, everything only made it worse if possible.

I felt dead, I imagined that was how Rayen felt all the time, not breathing, smelling, tasting, seeing, or feeling the same. Feeling dead.

It was like your breath caught and you couldn't make your self stop from choking. Like you could smell the wet grass and gunpowder in the air but could do nothing about it. You could taste the blood on you lips as it slowly dripped down your face and onto your lips as it slowly feel into your open mouth. You couldn't see a thing but could imagine all of what was going on and hope you were wrong. But the biggest thing to me, was that I didn't feel the same. I felt dead, everything was numb and bare, cold and alone. Thoughts drifted freely and you didn't know how to make them stop or how to stop the pain that rushed to you with every passing, endless secant.

For a moment, I felt bad for Rayen. If that was how he felt, all the time, I couldn't imagine how he could cope.

I shook the thoughts out of my head.

I tried to crawl, find an escape. Anything to save myself from the pain. But there was no escape, it was endless, painful, and deadly to my sanity.

I gasped for air but didn't seem to find any, only to feel claustrophobic.

Then, suddenly, I let out a relieved sigh and sucked in as much fresh air that I could. I still felt the pain, the grief, the torment. But I could breathe again.I lay down and panted as the sweat tickled down my face and invaded my eyes.

Though the blurriness, I saw a figure lying in the darkness. With out thinking, I took off towards it, thinking it could be Journey. I crawled as fast as I could and when I came to the body, I found it to be Rayen.

__X_______________________________X__Rayen Brook's POV

I laid there, dead inside and out. The pain rushed to my head and back to my feet, never leaving, never subsiding, I felt numb, lifeless, dead.