MICAH

eighteen

I felt numb. The silence tore through my head. I couldn't see anything in front of me. I blinked thinking there was something in my eyes. I tried to wipe them but I couldn't find my face and I wasn't sure if I was even raising my arms.

I felt heavy and light all at the same time. I tried to move forward but I couldn't feel any movement in my arms or legs. I couldn't even feel my limbs. I opened my mouth to scream but I had no throat.

I had no body. I was a thought. I was a stream of consciousness. I was dead. Stuck in the Void.

Dead? No, this couldn't be happening. I began to sink further deeper into the Void. All I could feel was lost and hopeless. I swam to the bottom of a pitless tunnel of despair. How could this be happening to me?

Thoughts of Gretty and Omega came to mind. I thought about how Gretty was alone now and Omega was here somewhere. So was Murphey and Murphey Jr.

They were here. The thought was light and brief and I had to search for it again. Omega, Murphey, everyone was here. I could get to them. I could find them and bring them back.

Not without me.

The thought was mean and heartless.

Who are you? I thought back.

You didn't forget me already did you? My feelings are hurt.

It was Ray.

His evil thought process seeped out and intertwined itself with mine. I felt repulsion drift into my thoughts as well as fear. I tried to hang onto the thought of Omega and Murphey. With all of my will power I clung to loved ones past and swam higher and higher out of wherever I was.

Wait! Get back here! I could feel Ray's anger as I swam far from him.

The higher my thoughts were, the safer I felt. Fear dislodged itself from me and I felt the freedom releasing me. I forced positive thoughts forward propelling me towards something. An exit maybe?

Omega? Murphy? I called out. Can you hear me? There was desperation in my thoughts to find everyone and leave.

It's you! The thought was pure and innocent. You came for me!

I tried to place the thought but it was hard. I strained but I was losing memories quickly.

Who are you? I asked

I can't remember. The Void takes your memories slowly. They were sad.

How do you know me?

I don't know... I just do... More saddness embedded in their thoughts. We have to leave now before it's too late! Stay here too long and you become void.

Void? What do you mean? I asked.

The Void. It isn't a place. It's a state of being. It erases you from existence.

Omega! I screamed.

Who?

My sister! She's here!

They were quiet. I'm sorry. I could feel them searching for the right words. There haven't been many thoughts here for sometime now.

Anger. Hatred. Fear. It liquefied and slathered itself all over me. My thoughts thrashed around in the Void crashing into the nothingness. I didn't know what else to do. What else was there to live for? My entire purpose was to save my sister.

Please! Stop! It'll take everything from you! You have to stay calm! Be positive! They urged.

I felt inmense saddness but not my own. It crippled me. Caused me to sink deep. I wanted to cry but didn't know how.

What now? I asked after a bit.

The way out. It's here. I just don't know where.

I was quiet trying to settle my thoughts into a more concise line. It felt crowded. I tried to put together any thought process I could but memories were fading slowly.

This way. I thought.

Wait! Help us! Save us!

Thoughts rushed to us and we were thrown back. I was confused and exhausted all at once. Who are you? My thoughts were spinning.

We are Legion for we are many. They answered.

Many? I pondered.

We are innocents slaughtered unfairly. Save us! They begged.

I don't trust them. It was the pure voice. The voice that trusted me and I trusted them even though I couldn't place their face. Not that they had one.

The Void shook violently. My thoughts became scrambled and confused. I was floating away or maybe it was towards something.

This way! The pure voice cried out. I tried to focus on the strain. I could feel myself being sucked somewhere. It hurt, everything hurt. Every thought a piercing tear.

I can't! I shouted. It hurt so bad. The aches were torture.

Focus on your sister! They cried back.

Who? I asked. I didn't have a sister. I didn't have a family. Or an identity. I couldn't remember anything.

Think! Focus! You have to focus! They kept insisting.

I tried to think back to before. Before what? Before the Void? I couldn't remember anything before the Void. I tried to imagine what not being in the Void might have been like. Was it beautiful? Was it hot? What does hot feel like?

I felt a breeze hitting my face. It was cold and... My face? I opened my eyes. Colors swam forcefully at once. I blinked several times.

"Good, you're awake." The voice was airy and suave with the under tones of a cold evil.

I let the room come into focus. There was a woman standing in front of me. She had long hair reaching her waist in two braids. One braid was snow white while the other was black as a nightingale. She had one green eye and one blue. She smiled showing her sharply pointed white teeth. Her dress was shredded and torn, a dirty streaked white. She looked like she had been dug up recently.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She walked over to me running her hand down my face. She was so cold to the touch. Her eyes glinted as she ran her tongue across her teeth. She kissed the side of my face tenderly.

"You don't remember me?" She ran her fingers through my hair and let them sit on either side of my face looking deep into my eyes.

"No. Should I?" I knit my brows together confused.

"I suppose a lot of your memories have been erased." She shrugged and dropped her hands to her sides. She curled up on my lap petting my face lovingly.

"What are you doing?" I tried to push her off my lap.

She kissed me hard trying to stick her tongue down my throat. I gagged and stood up throwing her on the ground. She laughed hysterically throwing her head back.

"Who are you?" I demanded.

A red blood stain began to seep through her dress as if stitches had been opened up. She looked at her side smiling sticking her hand into her wound and licking her own blood. She stood up and wiped her hand across my face. I shoved her away disgusted.

"You really don't remember me?" She feinged hurt in her tone of voice, "You ought to." She took a step towards me and lifted her face centimeters from mine.

"And why is that?" I spat.

"I am your creator." She snarled.

Author's note:
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