The room spun before me. I was losing myself, I am. I feel nauseated, weak, manipulated. Losing balance, I fell to the floor, my breaths coming out in short, erratic gasps.
It was there. Now it wasn't. My first surmise was the Creators, testing my reaction. My second one, is that I am going barmy, that I was berserk with my imagination.
So, where is Ross, anyway?
I glance up at the ceiling, confirming that the body was gone. My filmsy arms made out, very visibly ,green streaks. I feel my pulse pounding wildly against my wrists that pushes the floor, making my arm more debilitated.
Laura.
My mind is calling me, warning me, that I may die now.
Laura.
It is shouting my name, its tone laced with frustration and worry.
Laur.
I do not call myself that, but why does it sound so familiar? My mind was blank. Completely unorganized. I was so confused, confused about the room, confused about the Creators, confused about Ross, confused about my life.
If the Creators want me to suffer so badly, why won't they let me die already?
My mind is blank. My mind is blank!
So the voice inside my head isn't my mind. It is someone else. But the voice was barely a whisper, like a ill, fragile girl calling for help. Who is it?
Laur, it's Ross.
It's Ross. Whose body was hung on the ceiling, the figure looking dead. Ross, whose body disappeared, dissolved, even, into the air. My thoughts. He could hear my thoughts. He answered my question.
Was he a ghost?
My question didn't haunt me, instead, I was curious. But did the Creators did that on purpose? Kill Ross, hang him on the ceiling, make it dissappear, so he could become a ghost? If so, the Creators are physcopathic.
Laur, come with me.
The way he pronounced my nickname, the way he whispered it with affection, the way he caressed the name like it is fragile and might break into a thousand pieces if it was not said properly.
I came. I came alive, from my dizzy self, away from being nauseated, away from being weak. I am the strong girl I longed to be again. I am determined. But I still am irresolute.
Do you see a spot, a dot of white, on the wall on your right?
I do see it, once I twisted my head to get a better sight of it. A small dot, can easily get wiped off.
Head towards it.
His order, strong but soft, pleading me, like it's for my own good. I obeyed, I was on my knees, crawling towards the dot. My stomach ate at my sides, vicious for food.
When I arrived, my hands ached, I panted, already exhausted. To be fair, the room wasn't cramped. The dot was waiting for me, glued to the wall, like it's silently praying.
For what?
Touch it Laur.
His voice, so soft, angelic even, breathed out as if he was next to me, his breath against my ear. My hand trembles slightly as I reach to feel the dot.
It was smooth, pretty cold that it feels kind of wet. But there was a shock through my finger that overwhelmed me. It went through my body, while my mouth is open, frozen in place.
At the end, a moan espaces my lips.
You did it Laur.
A flash striked through the room before I registered what he said. It was so big, bright, colorful, powerful, and ear-shattering. I shrieked, covering my ears.
I bent down, my back facing the ceiling and my body curled into a duck and cover position. But the flash wasn't finished.
It bounces off walls, like a beam of light reflecting off a mirror. Its roar was deafening, agitating, appalling. It sent a tremendous amount of fear through my body.
I peeked from under my arms, my breath shooken so badly that it sounds like I'm crying. The radiation is ending, it lunges at the ceiling, as if planning a perfect end to its terrific performance.
The room shook, the ground shook, my body shook in its powerful roar. It ended, striking up at the ceiling, sending sparks of colorful glimmer down the floor.
And right before me, standing there so still, is the figure of the mysterious boy.
Ross.
A/N-ayy I finally updated! !
About 700 words.
I had a lot of hw this weekend, so sorry =(
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