Soul Chains

Love is a Fickle Thing

My heart sank right through me

A stone through the centre of the Earth

I passed Jules Verne on my way

My way to complete and utter suffering

As I sunk into that molten core

Its heat engulfed me whole

It fired up my heart of stone

And now I can feel again

Though now I can feel again

I am stuck inside the hungry Earth

Slowly dying, dying in my own despair

With not a single escape in mind

~Sammy's Diary

I was plummeting toward the pasty yellow ground at an impossible rate. On top of that, what air I had left was sucked out of me as I fell. I closed my eyes, hoping that dying wouldn't hurt too much. I knew that all three angels were diving down to grab me, but we all knew it would be far too late. It was the end for me, and so soon, too.

"Bye, Mortimer," I thought to him.

"Not on my watch," he thought back.

Confused, I was about to think back a question to him, when a strong pair of arms grabbed me out of the sky. It felt, wrong, like there was something missing from me that I had had my whole life. Something important, something I had never gone without. Like.....

"Mortimer," I whispered.

I looked up to see his fluffy ginger hair and piercing blue eyes looking at me with a smile, just before I passed out.

~*~

"Sammy," someone whispered softly, "Are you all right? Sammy?"

As much as I wanted to move, all I was able to do was twitch my eyelids.

"You have to be louder than that," another person said, "WAKE UUUUUPPPPPPP!!!!!"

I rolled over, and fell off whatever it was that I had been laying on. I hit the hard ground with a thud. Someone scooped me up gently and placed me back on what I now presumed to be a stretcher.

"Shhh, don't roll off," the first person whispered, "You'll hurt yourself."

I tried again to move. After a colossal effort, I managed to open my eyes.