Rue
I woke up gasping for oxygen. Breathing fast as most of the air got wasted into thin carbon dioxide.
Not wasted I suppose, I don't intend to offend nature.
I was breathing heavily as hot breath passed out and cool air started filling my lungs alternatively. I was sweating as adrenaline was taking it's pace down; Painful cramps all over my pale body. Alas! Has he been in his fight or flight mode since he was asleep?
The subtle feeling of nausea and asphyxia playing with my brain strings.
It was messing with my brain! Popping like popcorn with a disastrous amount of enzyme release. I could literally feel the leakage!
"Is this reality anymore?" this was the first interrogative that popped inside my brain. The lack of certainty left me with a blank mind. I repeated this question but failed to claim an answer. The word 'repeated' became traumatising, as I haven't been conscious, or, perhaps, I have. I don't know, it's confusing.
I tried giving a glance to my background, which felt very normal. No, just mentioning "normal" would have sounded more relaxing.
I got up, and there were no missing socks. The room was okay. It was like my room, of course. It wasn't hailing outside. The weather was nice with a not so high temperature; around a temperature of twenty-one degrees.
I rubbed my eyes in order to gain further access to visibity. Oddly, It felt like I could sense better. It was intensely peculiar, I supposed I just woke up from a long-termed Coma. Or, I just learned how to walk on two legs or even stand up. Every sense felt like hitting a dynamic stimuli which triggered my lower back into a rough state of activated gooseflesh.
I launched towards my door to verify reality. I opened it slowly and it made a crackling noise, as if it hadn't been opened for decades.
Although it was a warm and sunny sky, my palms were leaking with cold sweat. So were my intestines; it was as if they were cut open and were bleeding cool blood. The calefaction between the outsides and my insides never seemed to match.
What if its the same? What if i'm actually in a coma? Is this what being in a coma feels like? What if we died again? Wait, We?
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I spinned towards the direction of the clock, staring at the time. The longer arm pointing at eight, and the shorter arm pointing at nine. It took me a while to understand the meaning.
9:40.
I unconsciously left the door leading downstairs to remain wide open. My eyes wandering around as I seemed rather distracted. Something was missing.
Something extremely important.
"So, you're awake, huh?"
I flinched as a familiar voice spooked my inners. I turned around in slow-mo to confirm their intrusion.
If.. That makes sense.
I gasped at the appearance of that thing.
What is it? What's that?
A male creature with tall limbs, milky skin and messy 'traditional' clothing which felt very foreign to this whole universe. A long deep-red robe hanging and floating down his shoulders. Charcoal black sclera instead of white and golden-red irisis. Tattoos all over his bisecps going all the way to his carpels which stopped before the black tight gloves, hiding the rest. Awkwardly looking majestic. Weird symbols were glued to his collarbone; I could see a fang sticking out, recently sharpened like a meat blade and a tail.
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Wait- a tail?
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Alone
Adventure"Screech" a voice choked the room. It's not the moving landscape outside, which I can't rather see. Perhaps, is it the monster outside or within? Alone with nobody else, obviously. I am afraid that I'm not alone, though. All alone. While his body r...
