im not doing well, so i tried to make this chapter recreate how i felt. i believe it turned out okay. but myself aside, it will tie in to the story. eventually.
// Tyler //
My heart had stopped beating entirely, as though someone had gripped it tightly and squeezed until it was no longer pumping blood the way it should be. And her eyes, black holes leading into nothing but a dark abyss, almost cried out to me, sobbing as I searched for a hint of remorse on her face.
But there was no remorse. Just a small, little girl turned into a bloodthirsty weapon. Even if her hands trembled as she searched for cloth, even as she sobbed and mumbled apologies, she was emotionless towards a nobody.
I awoke drenched in sweat, my body paralysed but my eyes still being able to roam the room. My arms wouldn't move when I asked them too, and I was slowly starting to hyperventilate. A heavy weight crushed my chest, and I was barely able to get a view at who it was suffocating me. A dark figure sat there, staring at me with a blank face.
Wait..no. It was staring at me, yes, but...it didn't have a face. My eyes widened as I realised this, my body trembling and shaking, but still unable to cry out for help. I was staring into the face of a figure that had no features. It held tightly onto my chest, my lungs burning and caving in under its' hands.
"You're dead." The voice that came from this creature was harsh, raspy, and terrifying. It didn't match at all. A feminine figure with a demonic voice. What the hell is this?
My eyes fluttered a few times before gluing themselves shut, the last words screamed from the creature being,
"She'll get you, too."
