Ephemeral Echoes: Ghost's Enchantment

˚.⋆𐙚 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮: 𝓨/𝓝 𐙚⋆.˚

I'm so tired. I want to sleep. I want to rest,
I want to rest and never wake up. Even hell would be better than feeling this way.

I blink hard, trying to keep my eyes open and push away the burst of exhaustion invading my already weak body.

Sleep would be so peaceful right now.

I bring one of my slender hands up to my eyes, rubbing them slightly. My nostrils feel wet.
Why do my nostrils feel wet?
I lead my hand towards my nose, brushing against the bottom of it. I can feel it wiping something. Some sort of liquid.

It's blood. Of course.

Is there an injury I don't have?

I wave of nausea hits me. My head just
starts pounding more at the feeling.

I won't give up.

I won't fall asleep.

I remember I'm wearing a gown, so I try ripping a part off of it, which took me a little bit. When the piece comes off, I reach under the rough fabric and press it against the wide slash on my torso.
It seems to start somewhere on my chest, while it ends at one of my hips.

I don't know how deep it is.

I feel around a little, when my delicate fingertips slide over something sharp. It feels rough and hard, with a sharp edge. I barely feel anything while I touch it.

I don't understand why I don't feel any pain when I touch it.

Just as my hand brushes over it again, my eyes fall heavy once again. I'm trying my best not to fall asleep.
I can't.
I have to stay awake.

I have to fight.

But I want to sleep. I want to rest so badly, it is everything I want. it seems so heavenly.

Suddenly, I hear a heavy set of footsteps somewhere. They don't seem very close.
Is this it? Are they coming?
no.
Please, give me another five minutes.
Please.

The footsteps come closer. I think it's more than one person, it seems like it.

From the sounds of it, they're looking into every room, smashing the doors open and rushing through this building, as if they were looking for something.

Please.
Five minutes.

Now, the footsteps are right in front of this room, and I can see them through the little gap between the door and the floor.
There's people talking.

I'm starting to panic.
I'm shaking.

I can't breathe.

Please, five goddamn minutes!

I can't talk. Neither can I scream. My mind keeps pleading, repeating the same desperate words over and over again.

Please. Five minutes.

The footsteps disappear. Slowly, but they do.

Thank god.
Thank you.

I slowly catch my breath again, as I rest my head back against the hard brick wall.

hmm.
Silence.

My eyes keep falling shut, and what seems like heaven is only a few blinks away.

I just want to rest.
Just five minutes.

Then I'll keep fighting.

I move a little, so that my left side is fully leaning against the wall.

I ignore the pain and close my eyes.

I don't open them again.

I'm not strong enough.

I'm too weak.

I'm not-

Someone bursts into this room.