Obsession With the Lost

Hey guys :) I have been working on this story for some time and I have decided to post the chapters on Wattpad. Yay. This is the prologue, so it is kind of short, but please please comment and tell me how you like it (keep in mind it is unedited until next week) :) Don't forget to vote <3 I get so excited everytime you guys do ;*

                  - Lawful_Anarchist

Prologue

Adrenalin ripped through my body as they dug into my faint skin.  I couldn't cower or try to protect myself.  My muscles were sent into hard convulsions as the thick needles were dragging over me.  They slashed through me; it came to them as naturally as breathing.  Most would cringe at the thought of these monsters; I had grown to know them well and still, even I was petrified.  I knew I was dreaming.  I had this dream many times before, but that didn’t stop fear from gripping me so tightly.

With my heart thudding heavily in my chest, I scrambled.  Crawling on the ground, my fingers sunk into the soil, once clean hands being temporarily stained.  Any efforts were fruitless, as I was only to end up on my back.  By then the dream was like a play that I had memorized every line to, only nearly no one spoke.

My ankles were pooling over with red from their teeth nipping at my feet.  What started out as a warm trickle became a steady flow, earning growls that started deep in their chests.  They pushed past each other, fighting for a chance to have their jaws locked on me.  Slowly they made their way around and I was enveloped in a mass of dark fur that only became sticky as it clotted with the blood.

I tried to focus my eyes, but it seemed like I was looking through water.  They appeared as dry, but small tears ran down from their corners.  My dishevelled hair fell across my face, blocking my view even more.  I shook my head vigorously trying to clear it from my face.  I was already gasping and my face being covered was making it worse.

My hands slid under me and I pushed myself back.  Trying to get onto my feet, the nails only dug deeper into me; they pulled me towards them in various directions, each grip getting more threatening.  I had been told that you do not feel pain when panic takes over your thoughts.  Anyone who says this must be lying.

This was not a dull ache as they had caused me to assume; it was agonizing even in this world that was so deceptive.  This side of the world was not like my own in this aspect.  I still wanted them to be different in more ways, even though they were already in so many.

The crimson colour smeared down my legs as lacerations made their way across my tensed body.  Muscles in my stomach writhed as I pulled my legs away, trying to escape.  I felt like I was burning, like flames were licking my skin and I knew they would engulf me soon; still no one arrived at my expense.  No matter how searing the burning feeling grew, my skin was ice cold.

My hands struggled to fight the attackers away.  A feeling that I had to, to save myself made me fight harder.  I could not die, letting my task be unfinished.  I couldn’t die here, when I knew that’s what so many people wanted.  I refused to give them any sense of happiness anymore.  Like a dam breaking, anger poured through me, ripping its way up my throat.

I let out a guttural scream in an attempt to release some of the pain, a scream that made even my own ears ache as it rang through the thick air, past my cracking lips.  My chest jolting upwards, crashing into my assailants as a last strain to get away, but I was only pushed back to the ground.  They were experienced and unfazed by any action I made.

Small amounts of dirt jostled around me and my elbows dug into my stones as I caught my arms under myself.  I had few options left besides to wait and watch which I truly did not want to do.  I tried to close my eyes, but they stayed open, protesting any hint of surrendering to a fate that I felt I had known I would eventually fall into.

My mind told my body to sit up, but I felt paralyzed and without any energy left in me I laid there, letting the pain make my anger grow.  I found that anger was more prominent in anything I felt and I could not push it down as I normally did.

Faintly, I heard the crashing of the trees above me; a few leaves fell lazily above me.  They floated down gradually while everything around me moved at such an electric speed.  I tried I inhale my last moments of fresh air.

The breathes I took felt like I was inhaling liquid.  I pulled my hands that had been shielding my head, to my face.  Brushing my hands over my lips, my fingertips came back crimson and I struggled to spit the thick red out of my mouth.  It spilled over my hands and onto the chilled dirt that my cheek rested on.  All that made sense now, was seeing blood and I knew it belonged to no one but me.

I could make out the taste of the rusty fluid, could feel its warmth leaving.  The sound of it pumping through me so quickly made me unsure to feel alarmed or relieved I had life still in me.  It flowed in a steady stream into my dark pants, staining them and seeping into the thin fabric.  I was thankful I couldn’t see what shape my legs were in.

The smell raced around me.  The dampness of the floor I laid on and the saltiness provided by my wounds invaded my nose.  I was fighting to stay in charge of my body but inside me I knew I would not fall unconscious. Even though I had hoped that someone could help me, I felt the chances were slim.

I was too far away now, which is altogether where I was meant to be.  I had not meant to come this far, I could sense that about myself.  At this time however, it didn’t matter if I was saved.  I waited, anticipating that it was only a matter of time before I awoke.

May...

The scream echoed and vibrated the ground.  I could never tell who was screaming it in all the times I relived the nightmare, but I assumed I was begging for a last chance.  The cry died into a low whisper, asking for help.

May was always there to make sure I was never endangered.  My vision went black at the thought of never returning the favour.  Howls resounded around me, encompassing my figure.  The noise etched itself into the air and was carried away by the wind.

My recurring nightmare had come to me rarely in past years, but now it had only been happening more often; becoming more realistic.

I couldn’t escape it.