Two Beings Dozen Killings

Chapter 11.._Memories_..

All I saw was void.

The darkness had enveloped me.

No matter where I turned, it was endless.

There was no sense of time, or any sort of atmosphere around me. Yet I could still think. Or was that just what I thought that I thought?

Just the idea of it gave me a headache.

I looked down, and it was also nothing but abyss, I couldn't see my hands or anything else.

What was this? Where was I?

Did I die?

Did I finally go to hell for my past actions of murdering so called innocent people?

Hah.

Of course I'd to go to hell for this, where else. Couldn't expect much more from this world than that.

Since apparently the countless times I suffered by their very hands wasn't tainted either.

I could hear a sonic sound which traveled through the vastful void. It sounded like dark whispers, but I couldn't quite decipher it.

It echoed through the the sable place, it's freqeuncies becoming deeper. It sounded like it was coming from far away, from somewhere which I couldn't reach, yet it was still here somehow. I felt strangely drawn to it, but I ignore it.

I squinted, trying to make out anything up ahead. But there was nothing.

I wondered if I'd stay here forever.

Was this my punishment?

This wasn't fair.

How come all those countless ill for saken people that have hurt me most likely didn't go through this.

Why me?

I only tried to get justice for myself. Since nobody else did.

I was left with nothing but fear and torture.

And then as soon as you lift a finger to defend yourself, you end up punishing no one but your own, whilst the others laugh and mock you. Shoving you into sheds and pocking at you with their rakes like you were the last piece of shit. Their grimaces giving amusement and hatred for your very existing.

And after they were done with you, they leave you in this, dark, wet place, hoping you'd get sick and die from the mold, which spread inside, just waiting to envelope you with it's yearning arms.

This isn't any different.

I'm yet again in a dark place.

Alone.

With no one but me and this eerie sound.

I really don't know what Hunter saw in me.

And what was all my hard work for? If I'd just end up in the same place yet again.

Getting nowhere.

Maybe it's a twisted way of destiny catching up with me.

Mother was wrong.

I was not the answer for this world's problems.

I closed my eyes.

tuning into the ominous voice.

It pulled me closer, it's whispers holding my foist.

It got louder. It lured me into approach further.

Telling me soon after, I'd be the one yearner.

I opened my eyes again.