Frozen Love

Chapter 20

Chapter 20

The voice in my head was pushing its way forward, it wanted to be released among the world through me. I was at my breaking point, I honestly couldn't control my anger at all if I thought I was losing my mind before than I have no idea what was happening now. Was I dead? Was I going to die? What the fuck is happening to me? These questions raced through my mind while the voices in my head merged together to create one large mass of a shrilling ear piercing monster that was trying to take over my thoughts and take away my sanity.... And it was working.

The merged voices made this awful, treacherous sound that was so high pitched it would be able to break every glass thing in a building if others could hear it. It was so loud that I couldn't hear anyone else and I couldn't even hear myself think. I forced my hands over my ears trying to block out the sound but failing miserably, it seemed the harder I tried to block it out the louder and more obnoxious it got. I fell to my knees, not being able to bear the noise, I wasn't 100% sure or not if anyone else could actually hear this noise and it was coming from the entire plane or if it was just trapped in my head screeching in my ears, either way it was becoming too much to bear and I needed it to stop.

I looked up from my kneeling position and could see Loki at the front of his cell watching me frantically and he almost looked concerned. I saw him gaze up and look over my shoulders as if there was something or someone there, I didn't bother turning around to look because frankly I didn't care. I could see Loki moving his lips and talking to me but I couldn't hear a thing, I tried to stand but the voices resisted, I was hunched over holding onto the railing for all of my balance, my vision blurred and the last thing I saw was a concerned Loki looking at me.

My vision was blurring and I couldn't see anything properly, and all I could hear was the high pitched frequency in my ears. I fell to one knee and started punching the ledge I was on, I don't know why I thought punching a ledge would help me, but I still did it. After failing to gain control over my thoughts I started hitting my head against the pole railing I thought that might help me get rid of the voices and frequency so I could control my own actions again.

With every blow to my head I lost more control, I thought it would help me gain access to my own body again but instead I was losing control more and more by the minute. With every hit to my head I could see Loki practically screaming, or at least it looked like he was screaming at me to stop. His mouth was open wide as if he was yelling loudly, of course I wasn't able to hear it though, his eyes were bulging from his head and he was hitting the glass with his fist.

There were a few times where I tried to stop hitting my head against the pole but I had no more feeling in my body and I had little to no control. I gathered enough strength to put my hand on the railing where I was hitting my head so that my head would hit my hand instead of the metal rail. I felt a sticky liquid on my hand and it was increasing every time my head touched my hand. I pulled my hand away and looked at it, I saw my hand covered in a red liquid, my hand was covered in blood... my blood. I mustered enough power to pull myself onto my feet, but I was still very weak, I couldn't walk on my own and I still couldn't hear anybody, I grabbed my head again and was leaning on the rail, I saw Loki and he looked really worried and then my gaze went to the floor.

Just as I was about to try and stand I felt a hand on my shoulder, I suddenly felt everything around me go dark and had no control over myself, I was lost in an abyss that nobody would know, I felt my body go cold and that was it, I was gone not knowing if I would return to myself again.

The last thing I remember was seeing Loki with that concerned look in his eyes, his beautiful blue eyes glassy and rimmed with tears, while his bloody fist rested on the glass of his cage his blood smeared everywhere he had hit his hand. The last thing I saw was him speaking to me, and although I couldn't hear what he was saying I saw him say one thing I could make out; "..Myra" he then laid his hand flat against the glass surface as if he was waiting for me to put my hand against his, and with that last thought I was gone...