Lone Survivor

10.5

This chapter is in second person

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Your throat hurts and you can't speak.
Anytime you try it's like a volcano ready to explode.
A gurgling mess of black liquid comes out and land on the ground.
It moves and contracts like a living thing hoping that it can grab onto anybody.

Your vision is blurry.
You're crying....when did that happen?
Were you always crying?
You want to stop but you can't.

Where even are you right now?
A place filled with books?
It has a name but you can't remember.

You lay on the ground staring at the ceiling.....you're so tired.....but you can never rest.....nobody here can.

You try whipping the tears from your eyes when you notice something on your wrist.

The wrist that isn't a giant black claw.

A small little bracelet.
Has this always been there?
It had green and red beads and a big silver thing in the middle.
It's pretty you think.

A thought come to you
Where is the other half?
Wait
Other half?
How did you know that?

Something else comes to mind or rather someone....
A friend,
Someone who you care about.

You can't remember their name or face, but there is someone who you care so deeply about.
Where were they? And who are they?
.

.

.

Near you a tv turns on and a short of two toons baking together plays....

Your watch in awe as the two friends make cookies. Both look very familiar.
You see your reflection through the glass.
Oh

One of them is you.
Right you.
And the other....
Is your friend.

The person you care about.

You both look happy....
You wonder if you could find him.

Before you could look the memories of the last ten minutes fade from your mind. You forget about the bracelet, you forget what you look like, and you forget about your friend.....

All you know is suffering. And go back to wondering this hell.

Wondering what you were even thinking about....

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