Hellbound

VIIII. Drowned Terror

Hey dearies! I know it's been a while, but I hope that you like the progress of the story, it's coming along nicely. Here is your promised chapter. 

 Enjoy!

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               The last of the dream fluttered from my mind and I awoke completely disoriented from a slumber that had brought me no rest. It had escaped my mind that I was still in the plane on the way to Beijing when I heard the throaty coughing of an elderly man, I jumped. Someone gripped my hand and I flinched when my lids finally flung open. It was only Daniel who was calming me, whispering words that I had yet to grip for them to make sense. It took me a moment to fully acknowledge reality. 

               With the dream still fresh in my mind, and the demons words slithering into my brain, a thought came to my mind. 

               I was still being hounded by the demon. I was still not hidden. I could not escape this for long. He would find me and he would find me soon.

               I glanced at Daniel, he had turned away from me after patting my hand and gesturing to the water that sat on the tray table before me. Furrowing my brows in confusion and still a bit dozy, I couldn't recollect asking for water before I fell asleep. A part of me was craving whiskey for the matter. Nonetheless, I raised my brow when I twisted the cap open and gulped down the cool, precious liquid. It ran down my throat, coating all of my esophagus with an almost icy graze. 

               My stomach began to rumble and tumble in the spur of the moment, I knew that it would only be seconds before I regurgitated the remnants of the sandwich I had slung down just a few hours ago. I stood up, quickly snaking towards the bathroom before anyone acknowledged my disappearance. 

               I hardly could lock the door before a blended mess of food threw itself out of my system. Coughing and holding my hair out of my face, there was another heave of food pushing through my esophagus before I was able to breath. A vile smell hung in the air of the bathroom, and it seemed as though my nostrils were burning with the acid from my stomach. Groaning and with shaking knees, I spit a last time before slamming down the lid and flushing thoroughly. 

               I glanced at my reflection in the mirror while I rinsed my mouth with water. There was a knock on the door that made me jump in my skin when I gripped the edges of the counter. However, it was only the overly polite stewardess that questioned,''Ma'am? Is everything alright?'' 

               She had English accent that was decently shown in the annunciation of her words. After washing my hands for the third time, I replied with a weak ''yes.'' The moment that I was on land again and got my hands on a toothbrush, I would definitely liberate my mouth. 

               ''Yes, everything is fine. I'll be out in a minute.'' I called back before looking glancing at the ghost of a reflection in the mirror. I looked like I had been run over by a bus. Literally. However, it appeared to me as though this shell, this vessel, was not me. The eyes of this girl were haunted by memories that could make the sane run insane. Those eyes were not who I was. Their piercing, haunted texture glared right back at me and the pale, ghost-like skin tone made myself shudder. This girl's cheeks were beginning to draw closer to her face, there was a thin edge in all of her. She seemed almost too thin. Frail. However, Sparrow Tegan was not frail. 

               Though this girl couldn't deny the fact that when she exhaled her ribs would be exposed through her shirt and the veins on her body were like mountain ridges on plains. Her muscles would be exposed in an almost unnatural fashion and it appeared that her thighs were mortal enemies. This Sparrow's clothing had begun to hang close and it appeared to be because of the stress that she was barely a stick in the landscape.