Fe'ran// Flawed Nature

Reypay// Blood

Dark. That's the first thing she remembers and the first thing she sees. There was nothing but Darkness, nothing but calm, no Noises, no Pollution, no nothing. Something cramps somewhere, pulses and bleeds, hurts, somewhere deep, somewhere she doesn't even know. There's no Body, no mind. Where does it even hurt? Does it even hurt?

No Air. Why is there no Air? Let me breathe. The thing somewhere cramps again, more this time, blood filling something, somewhere. A Shadow, a Silhouette. Nothing and everything. And that everything just hurts. Let me go. Let me go. Let me go Home.

Something snaps and breaks, somewhere another thing breaks and then another and then another. Blood fills something, fill the dark with crimson so much she thinks she'll choke, if she wasn't already burned to nothing. You're nothing. Worthless. Just nothing. 

Something screams, guttural and primal, reminding her of that one Animal Documentary she saw when she still had a TV. An Animal, she didn't know what, maybe a Bird of some sorts, or was it a Mammal? got into a Trap, the screams so filled with Pain and Fear, it left her shaken for Weeks. Something cuts her, Blood dripping over something, metal digging into Skin and there's Pain now. She shouldn't feel it, should feel numb. She isn't. 

Something heaves, tears at something solid and cold, trying to get it away. Something swirls around her, Voices flying like bullets so fast she doesn't hear them, doesn't want to. Do you even hear them? What's the last thing you remember? 

Something pierces something, fleshy and fragile, weak, and another scream is there, thin needle under something, liquid like Water flowing under something else. Under you. Above you. Inside you. There's something in you. Rip it out. It's wrong.

A sound is there, somewhere huddled in nothing, a constant peeping, and she wants it gone. And then, it's gone, silent, and everything is going with it. There's nothing, no Silence, no Sound, no Consciousness, no nothing, no her. 

What's the last thing you remember? 

"We got her back" 

Something, someone heaves, breathes again, filling something with Air, and she realizes it's her own Lungs, breathing in and out, calm and alive. 

She feels something moving, and she sees her own Hands faintly, now remembering what she is, who she is, that she's alive and not dead. 

You're not dead. Not yet. 

Something cracks again and something in her Mind breaks and shatters with it, something like crimson drenching everything and nothing at all. 

She faintly remembers something stinging, before Fire shoots through the deepest parts of her Ribs, something cracks and splinters again and again and again and again. Something sharp, many, dig themselves into her Lungs, tearing tissue apart and leaving her chocking. Or at least she thinks they do. Am I even breathing? Do I even have Lungs? What does that even feel like? To breathe? 

The cracking continues, loudly echoing in her Ears like a Gunshot, like the Butt of a Gun smashing against her Head, leaving bloody Spots on Dark gray. 

Something pierces her Skin again and again, a thin needle plunges into her Veins, fluid ravaging her System and Blood, eyes rolling back into her Head dueling even deeper into nothing until she's gone, again and leaving nothing behind.

Something cramps, breaks, and she feels Hands moving shakily across something hard, someone breathes rapidly, Lungs hyperventilating and burning, sucking greedily for Air. She tastes salt and something metallic and hot in her Mouth. Stain my Fingers like that of a Pomegranate when everything's done and i get back to you, cradling you in gold and Fresh Fruit.

Something claws at her Chest, Face and Eyes, wanting to pluck them out, destroy them, make them less hurting, and only as she feels her own nails against crimson Skin does she realize it her own Hands. A punch to her Face followed by another, bruising pale skin to blue makes her eyes rip open from deep sleep, Death, and she begins to scream, the Sound mixed with panicking Voices. 

"Put her down!" 

"Make her stop. Make it her stop right now! Up the Dose, up the dose! She's hurting herself!" 

Something pricks against her Neck, Hands grab her Arms, and she thinks she feels something snap as her Hands grab them instead. Their Grip is loosened, and she darts forward, slick and bloodied Hands grabbing at a Door, an Exit and trying to rip it open, smearing Red over white. Nothing says Perfection more like white. Sick fucking Joke. Fucking liar. Fucking Liars.

The Voices turn to sharp bleeding in her Ears and she flinches again. 

"Put her down, for Fuck's Sake!" Moore. 

Her Knees begin to buckle, hit the Ground, and the gray and Red become smudged and begin blurring together. Her Head falls down on her Chest, Hands and Arms limp and fuzzy, a ringing in her Ears she thinks maybe is her own Blood. Or is it that Peeping machine? Why is it ringing? Make it stop. 

And then, suddenly, the ringing turns to a steady thud, thud, thud and every thought or feeling she has, gets lost in an instant, vanishing into a dark Pit. And she follows right behind them, crashing onto nothing.