NO! I shout. After they took Tara to who knows where. The guards then proceeded take us to individual cells and even had to sedate me because I was thrashing around. They then left without a word. Bang! After bang after bang. Was the only noise heard from my cell as I pounded on the door. I was alone I don't know what they did with Fred and the others but I hope they were okay. If there was a guard listening, he was sure doing a great job at ignoring me. I was going crazy. All I did was pace around my square box room, stare out the window or sit on the floor and think of the others especially Tara. At times I thought I heard her voice. Especially at night. Night was always beautiful to me when I was back home but here it was a demon that was unavoidable. Sometimes I would hear high pitched screams coming from the other cell. The only way I could think to deal with it was holding my hands on my ears in hope of shutting the noise out. I kept chanting "This isn't real." Over and over again. I was living a nightmare and I don't think there was a way out. I don't know how many days I will be in here but I can already feel the strings of sanity loosen from my grip.White. It seemed that every room I was in it always had to be white. What was it with people and the colour white? There's a whole spectrum of colours and you go and choose white. I had been in this room for a day. The silence was peaceful. I was able to collect my thoughts and to just think. Sometimes I think to myself and the decisions I made. Was it the best idea to make? Was I so wrapped up in found the truth that I didn't plan for the consequences? But then I'd think of Aiden. Aiden the tanned blue eyed boy with brown hair and salmon pink lips. How I'd do anything to see him. To hear his melodic laugh and see the way the sun enhances his God like features. But this is all wishful thinking. They must have met them go after I sacrificed myself surely.
The silence wasn't bearable at night. The nightmares I thought has faded had come back with a full vengeance. They attacked what I thought was reality. They attacked the mind. The mind is a beautiful thing with the things that it is able to control, like how we function. But the mind can be so dangerous. When you're vulnerable that's when it comes out to play. And that is what it's done to me. I was huddled at the corner of my room in the night screaming into the darkness. Screaming for the monster to go away. "Leave me alone" I shouted but it kept creeping forwards in an inhuman way. Its yellow eyes never leaving my face and its white needle shapes teeth glistening even though there was no light. Then I figured out what it was. It was me. What I thought of myself every day since I lost my parents. My hair was like spaghetti, I was wearing a yellow dress which once had pretty patterns but now it was torn and ripped. I was on all fours walking like I was a spider.
"If this place doesn't kill you, I will after all I am you." It said in a sing song voice
"Go away. Just leave me alone." Fear had taken over my once steady voice
I was frantically kicking the darkness. I was frantically kicking me.
"No Aiden to save you now, No flower to help you. You are where you started alone and forgotten." It said.
"You're wrong" I tried saying boldly
"Oh am I? Well where are they now?" it said viscously
I was holding my head tightly but I couldn't seem to shut my eyes. I didn't know which was worse closing my eyes and seeing the darkness or seeing the me in front of me. Then it leapt at me and I screamed a high pitch scream. Before darkness smothered me.
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