A Rare and Devious Love

[Ello! :) Thanks for joining me here, this is Ishabeal signing in with a prologue! Tell me what you think in comments, should I continue? Who should be the voice, who should be the victim? Enjoy!]

Prologue

I can't see.

Fuck.

I tried opening my eyes, no such luck. It was like they were glued shut and I couldn't do anything about it. I bit my lip, so hard I could taste the blood in my mouth.

I still can't see.

Where is he? I can't see you, love! Come here, let me smell the beauty that is you, where are you? I can't live without you, love! Please come back to me!

I feel a large set of arms wrap around my body, shaking, shaking, shaking me. I shiver, if that. All I can see is black, none of the beautiful colors I used to squeal about are there. Just black. Black black black black black, GREY. I hear a voice, apparently my vision is the only thing depleted from me. I have no idea where I am, I don't know who is holding me, who is shouting. They stop, and I sniff, male. Definitely male. Too little perfume scent to be female. I cannot identify this male.

I'm as good as dead.

But I'm not.

I feel the arms leave me, and then there they are again. Except this time they come in hundreds, or at least it seems like that. Hundreds of hands, grip at my arms, my legs, everything. I am not ashamed.

I feel my head hit something soft, like a pillow of some sort, then my body sinks into the fabric I'm currently laying on. It's soft, unlike the hard (probably stone) I was laying on just a couple of minutes ago.

My head hurts.

I feel a familiar pair of hands grip mine, now where do I know those from?

Oh.

They belong to that male from before. I still don't know who he is.

I am lost in my thought, so much I completely tune out from all the yelling and sirens around me.

"Someone get the driver! He's loosing blood!"

Blah blah blah, I can't see.

Can you fix that?

Then something tears me from my bliss. It's faint, but it's there.

Ow. People sure are loud. So loud I can't hear what the voice said.

And then, there it is again. It's kind of painful, but I lift my head just a bit, as if the black is just a rock and I can just lift my head to see over the top of it. No luck. I am completely alone, in my head. In reality, the voice is pleading.

Pleading pleading pleading.

Are those tears I smell?

NO, stop crying whoever you are! I think I may have yelled that. Who knows, maybe I have gone mute as well.

I can still hear, thank god. Apparently I can move too! So much they have to tie me down to the fluffy pillow thing.

I can still hear them yapping, la la la. I don't care. Just give me my vision and my love. I wonder where he is... Is he okay?

I think I may have panicked, as there are more hands, holding me down.

Get off me! Jeez.

Whoops, I may have shouted that...

Whoever is crying, please stop the smell is irritating.

I can hear them crying, actually. It might be that male, though I'm not sure why he would be crying.

I'll be okay, right?

I sigh, and give in, letting my arms and feet relax, and finally, though I didn't exactly notice I was screaming, quiet down a bit.

"Come out alive"

Of course I will, silly voice.

"Come out alive."

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[What do you think? I think I'm going to put Louis as my blind baby and Harold as my mysterious voice, though it's not exactlyyy final... Whoopsie

Thanks for reading :)

~ Ishabeal ]