Kephri's Curse

The darkness

The night air is god-forsakenly cold as if death himself is breathing his icy wind, down my sunburnt flesh. My knees buckle one at a time already, but I must endure, I must strive on. My body is trying to cry, trying to let the defeat show in my eyes, but the water already left my body in profuse sweat. Now the only salt stings my eyes. They burn with the fires of hades himself, or R'ha in this case. I collapsed heavily in silent, relentless, unforgiving sobs, onto the now cool sand. Crawling farther, without hope of water, or food, or the last choice I'll ever want, people, but they sound so nice right now in my head with their candy, sweet fruits and their soft hands.

I can't help it now, I morph my hands into fists, tight as boulders. Now where I stop, I kneel and pound hard into the ground, fists pummeling the dirt/sand mixture till a cloud rises around me blinding my vision, but I won't stop. I feel my adrenaline losing steam out of my muscles, so with one final blow I pound both fists into the ground in front of me in anger. Suddenly a CRACK erupted from below me. Within milliseconds, now a ripple of creaking and splintering, ensues somewhere beneath my weight. Now all at once, my body falls, weightless in time, weightless in this consuming darkness.  Suddenly all at once I collapse, on a sea of rubble, as dust files in around me, blanketing me. Why is there a wet liquid against the back of my head? it's kinda warm, maybe, water. Whatever it is I'm sleepy, god, so sleepy. I can feel my eyelids rocking me to sleep. Then, darkness, it swallows me in silence. I am gone.

The silence is rippling in my mind already as if the unconscious slumber clogs my mind. My hearing is comatose within, these thoughts. A black void, of only my aching, darkest thoughts. "I am not needed anymore" it echos, within more thoughts, "nobody will miss me", another thought arrives right after, "I'm dead, I'm dying, I am gone."