DARK LONDON NIGHTS ┃ sully from top boy

44 - stay here

Unknown location
Dec. 31st

Darkness.

Light.

Darkness.

Yellowish light.

Darkness.

Nora tried with difficulty to open her eyelids.
Everything was blurred.

She was shaken back and forth, needed a few minutes to get her bearings. The dim, yellowish light from the front made her think she was in a car on the back seat.

She tried to move but was held back by something.

She looked to her feet and saw that there was a black masked man sitting, holding her feet at the other end of the back seat. Her arms were tied together and fastened  to the back seat. She could hardly move.

Apart from that, every movement was incredibly painful.

It burned and stung, pulled and pricked.

The minimal attempt at movement had already brought tears to her eyes.

Again and again she had to fight to keep her eyes open and fight the faintness.

She was dizzy as hell. And nauseous.

"I'm going to throw up," she said weakly, trying to keep her head still as everything around her spun.

"fucking shit," a male voice called from the driver's seat, but Nora wasn't clear enough in her head to classify who it was.

She generally didn't know where she was. Or why she was there. It felt more like a dream.

Peering out the windows, she saw an intangible darkness. It was that deep darkness that you only know from the countryside. For a city with all its cars, houses, shops and lanterns could never allow such darkness.

Nora let her head fall back again and stared at the ceiling.

Don't throw up, don't throw up.

Again and again she felt sick.

It was getting worse, but she tried to concentrate on her breathing.

Just then the car pulled over and her door was ripped open. Someone untied her feet and she was dragged out of the car.

Nora couldn't see anything, everything was black.

"Open your eyes, fam," someone yelled at her, but the voice only disappeared into the eternal echo of her head and was not even processed. Nora tried to open her eyes, but she couldn't.

She was dragged across the road by her arms and when they reached the roadside, Nora vomited several times on the grass in front of her.

She tried hard to open her eyes, which were now filled with hot tears. Everything hurt her.

Again she vomited. It was only liquid now, but she could not stop.

She concentrated and painfully opened her eyes a little.

She was able to focus enough to see that there was blood in the vomit. A lot of blood.

"There's blood," Nora whispered, but she didn't know if that was how the words came out of her mouth. It felt more like a ball of words, with all the words intertwined. Nothing came out clearly.

There's blood.

Nora stared at the floor and felt her head fall forward. Like a bowling ball. A hand caught her. She hung like a puppet in the arms of two men who then dragged her back to the car.

Her muscles did not obey her and she could not form a clear thought.

Except: there is blood.

Blood.

She was shifted back to the back seat and soon the car started moving again.

Nora kept dozing off, even as she fought it.
Actually, she wanted to give in.

She wanted quiet.

Darkness.

She wanted this pain to stop.
But she also knew that it was not right to let herself fall.

She had to stay here.

Stay here.
Stay here.
Stay here.

She knew she was fighting death.

But she just couldn't take any more.

Stay here.

She tried really hard, but the more she told herself this and the minutes passed her by, the more tired she became. The darkness forced itself on her and when she closed her eyes, the dizziness and nausea subsided too.

Stay here.

There is blood.

But there was nothing she could do.

She could no longer hold her neck upright and fell backwards into the darkness.