Unkissed. (Rated R)

22.🐸

Another day has ended, chambers of torture finally closing. More death traps toying with my life yet Miraculously my soul was still intact, but the vessel of my body is weakening day by day. Gradually I crawl my way up to my room, the presence of death floating behind me hoping for me to slip and fall or voluntarily grant him the permission to end this suffering.

Months have soon passed, or perhaps years? couldn't tell. Time became pointless after a while. I even forgot to count them, my new purpose is to wake up and hope I survive.

Couldn't even reminisce of what light looked like anymore, the last time I ever looked up at the sun was when my dehydration was put to the test, one full week of no water, the liquid in me run dry trying to sustain the heat, lying under the blistering star. Little did he know it at the time, but Death did me a favor by looming above me; his dark cloak acted as a shade as he waited for my soul to flee the corpse making the scorching Sun somehow bearable.

Each test far more brutal than the last.

Our testaments of survival isn't by saying we can, but it is by doing. Within this camp there were no rules accept to survive, you are killed for being too slow and no one is coming to save you, the images of those children that fought to live alongside with me in the beginning; their bodies lying lifeless on the ground, color drained leaving the ends of the fingertips a dark blue, pure fear plastered in their eyes, Fallen soldiers. I still tremble to this very day tripping over the bodies.

Triumphantly I groaned finally reaching the last step of the very top floor, hidden at the highest tower within this mansion, a scenery that brings back painful nostalgia, but soon rids of the thought. All pain and aches screaming at once as I took a rest and laid on my back, century-year-old wood creaks at the weight of my body.

My eyes scanning at the crisp designs of a dark wooden ceiling, spiders making homes as they spun their thick cobwebs in the corners of the darkest areas. Faint thumping sounds in my ears as my heart plays a beat, wheezing to catch my breath welcoming the heavy exhaustion creeping into my eyelids. The circulation in my veins tingling the soles of my feet and limbs of my body, for the first time in a while I have encased myself in a much-needed silence, never knowing when my conscious was slipping away.

"Nasir?"

I shook from the slumber to the sound of my name, heart on full alert and I swallow a heavy groan trying to quickly rise.

"Hey, it's alright, it's alright." Came a soft disorienting voice. My vision still battling to clear up, shriveling at the feel of hands on my shoulders. "It's me, Charlotte."

My chest cools as I blow out a heavy breath allowing the racing of my heart to settle ,"How was your challenge?" I ask her forcing my eyelids open.

"Let's get you inside." she strains, "Ray come help me."

loud voice nearly piercing my canals, but at the mention of Ray, I was wide awake. "Ray?" I croak with the last remaining breaths in my lungs.

My arm around each of their scraggly shoulders, both hold me up right at each side with as much exertion. So, feeble and delirious from the exhaustion I didn't notice I was being dragged. Pieces of broken wood poking at my skin, all my weight being held up by the two of them.

"Ray, your here." I wheezed with a smile, the room emanating a foul odor from our lack of baths.

"I am happy you are alive friend." he strains.

"You too Charlotte." I smile turning my attention towards her, even when my vision wasn't so sharp the gold of her hair strands were defined.

"Someone has to play mama of this crew." she responds.