Scared of the Dark

Cassidy

Cassidy's POV

After the shooting I tried to walk towards my sister in the dark. She hated the dark, especially when she was outside in the open. I knew how to comfort her and calm her down. I knew she was to my left so I started going that way. As I called out one, two, three times I realized that it must be nearly impossible to hear me with all this commotion. I tried to stay hopeful and kept calling, calling, calling.  And then with another step I didn't feel the ground beneath me and I was falling off the stage. I tried to help my self by putting my hands in front of my face.  As I fell to the ground I could have sworn that the noise around me fuzzed up and time slowed. I heard a harsh crack on my left and it was paired with an immense searing pain in my left hand. Though my hand hurt beyond measure, I assumed the burning feeling up and down both my legs were mere scrapes, and my head was okay. Somehow the noise had been replaced with a horribly loud white noise that resembled static somehow. There was a flash of silvery white somewhere behind me which seemed familiar. I still hadn't moved. I felt warm blood seep out of my left wrist and a bit from my legs. I could feel the rumble of the crowds footsteps. I heard footsteps coming towards me.The noise was getting louder. Louder. Louder. It was deafening. I felt something touch me. I tried to move my hands and push myself up but my arms completely gave out. I felt a strange prick in my hand and something flow out into it. Perhaps someone injected me with something? Slowly the pain in my body stopped. Relief washed over me.  And I blacked out.

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I woke up in my bed. I think. My neck felt colder than usual. I blinked my eyes open. When I looked around the room, I thought I bared a close resemblance to mine. Some clothes on the ground and jewelry scattered around the dresser and the same bed sheets...but somehow my first thought wasn't that it was my room. It didn't make any sense, but the atmosphere was different.

The air was a bit lighter, or something of the sort. If not for the strange gut feeling and a numb feeling throughout my entire body, I would have immediately assumed all that had happened earlier was a dream. There was also the fact that the mirror hanging above my dresser was blacked out. With the half-numb feeling still prominent in my body, I got up from the bed. It could have been my bed and I was just a bit off. It could really be anything at this point. As I moved I noticed that my left hand and eyes had a strange tingly feeling in them. I looked down at my hand.

I screamed.

My left hand was covered in what looked like a tattoo, but more like my skin had taken in color from beneath it than from above it with ink. There was a red, silver, gray and black pattern starting at the middle of my hand and covering it until fading away at my forearm in swirls. The silver was towards the center, bordered by black, then red, while the rest was all gray. But that wasn't the half of it.

An eye.
There was an eye in the middle of the back of my right hand.