The Lovely Twist In Our Veins (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)

12 - Coma

When people wake up from comas, they either remember what happened, or they don't. There's sometimes fragments of weird dreams or false realities too. But generally, people awake much like they would from a deep sleep. They're a little shaken, but they're still them. Rarely though, something weird happens.

Because sometimes, they wake up feeling not so much themselves.

Sometimes, they wake up with someone else in their body...

-N

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I was running.

And then I stopped.

There, on the damp forest ground with dark hair cascaded over her face - limbs array like a tossed ragdoll on a bedroom floor - lay Nadia. Her skin was still dotted with sweat and painted in drying blood, her more concealed areas clothed only with purple undergarments, accented with black lace. A few leaves were stuck in her hair, dirt scratching her hands and knees. I approached slowly and carefully, aware of the ominous presence that was quietly slipping through my skull.

Jack, you look worried...

"What have you done?" I whispered with gritted teeth, a hand going to my head as the voice pounded away at my brain.

There was silence on his breath, as though he was actually taking the time to measure his words.

I could ask you the same question, Jack. Although the answer is quite simple to obtain.

"I told you to leave me alone!" I reminded, still taking careful steps towards the unconscious girl, "Or have you forgotten?"

You want to be alone. That is what you claimed.

I could hear an inquisitive tone to his sharp tongue.

Or have YOU forgotten?

I was immediately forced to my knees, helpless against the force of his powers and my hands balled into fists, crushing leaves. I was aware that I was shaking, pain throbbing through my veins with each pulse of my blackened heart. The forest began to spin and I was sure I'd faint soon - it was all dependent on how long I could hold out for.