Begin Again

Starting again should never be easy

Whoever said all beginnings were easy, what kind of beginning did you get that I and other people didn’t? I would love to know how some of us are so different from the other

It started with her hearing first, hearing hushed, muffled, voices that sounded underwater all around her. Her body felt tingly with numbness and heavy as if weights were strapped to every inch and crevice of her body. As if her own body was deliberately pleading for her to not try and move. She felt exhausted, weak, as if most of her soul was yanked out of her physical form again. Then there was the pain, the agonizing, severe pain that made her want to cry, scream, or simply give up to death again. With the feeling returning to her body, she realized she was laying stomach first on top of a soft surface, the side of her cheek pressed against a soft pillow, her neck aching and paining, stiff from being turned in the awkward position for so long

She felt like death, which was no surprise, lately the Reaper of Death has taken a liking to her… Or a dislike, she couldn’t decide how he would treat his victims if he liked them or not, he’s only doing his function, his purpose. Perhaps he’d be kind enough to take her again. At least that was her hope, wanting relief away from the excruciating pain she was feeling on her back and her arms. Her mind was turning gears slowly, slowly processing, memories slowly flooding back as if a mental clog was opened, finally allowing flow. Her arms lay at her sides, her fingers twitch, her body still feeling weak, numb, and heavy. She found it difficult to even move at all

Today? Yesterday? A week? How long has it been since she somehow was brought into the Creepypasta universe after her death in her world? How long has it been since she saved them all from a Security Breach scenario? How long has it been since she’s been bedridden? Her thoughts were swirling, and so many questions echoed in her head like a heartbeat. Perhaps she had dreamed it all up, perhaps…

Suddenly, everything came back into tune. She could hear the voices around her clearly now. “She has been unconscious for a week. Luckily, her wounds are getting better, the amount Slenderman could heal and what we are doing here. Those scars will not be pleasant. Healing will take a long time for the mortal. Let’s just hope she wakes up soon, IV’s and feeding tubes will only help her so much.” A young or middle-aged woman said from inside the awfully bright room with her, Freya was starting to notice. There was a man scoffing. He also sounded middle-aged

“I say the mortal dies, she served her purpose-” Then there was a loud metallic clunk that almost felt like it shook the room, followed by the sound of maybe a wooden table snapping and breaking “What to tell the Slenderman that Dr. Smiley?” The other man’s voice sounded younger, not so middle-aged like the other two. His voice is deep, gravelly, slightly baritone but almost silky at the same time. There was stern, almost an authoritative edge in his voice. It was clear he was commanding, not asking a question. His voice was calming, reassuring, unlike the others. Freya would have startled if she felt like she could actually move a single joint or limb. The middle-aged man scoffed again. She almost felt like maybe he was shaking his head, holding in some anger towards the younger man. “I’m gonna go get some air.” He replied coldly, hearing fast footsteps, an opening door, then the door being slammed behind him

“Not everyone will be alright with her here. You must take note of that, EJ.” Nurse Ann’s voice was soft, delicate, and held some wisdom like she’s been around the block for a good few decades

“Eyeless Jack.” Freya thought to herself, feeling her shock settle in. She remembered him trying to attack her in a hungry, blinded state after he was freed out of confinement by Sally. Jack was quick to snort, sounding fully amused, like he could care less. “They will have to deal with it, get used to it, they go against Slenderman, then they are as good as dead.” Jack points out, she heard some shuffling, the sound of something maybe being picked up before footsteps headed towards her