dancing with life and death

In the dark. (George POV)

Darkness. Everywhere. It's ...... amazing. I didn't know it could ever be this dark anywhere. It's somehow calming. And frightening. But I feel peace. Wait! I see light. At the end of ------ this. It seems like a warm kind of light. A light that could envelop you in its amazing rays. I walk towards it. As I walk towards it the peace continues to grow and I feel so tranquil. Like a still brook on a calm day that doesn't move, doesn't even make a gurgle as it flow over the rocks and pebbles beneath the sparkling water. Everything feels so light. I even feel myself grow lighter as I walk forward. All thoughts leave my mind and I feel myself being pulled towards the soft white light that I was now standing in front of. And the light seemed to surround me and I could feel it brush up against my skin. Wait.....

Images and flashes of damian bleeding and crying out and groaning and bruised and battered. Lying in a pool of red.

Is that blood? Oh dear God please don't let it be blood.

But as the thought, picture, vision,whatever you want to call it, grew clearer she saw the red seeping and clotting on his uniform. And she stood in the light her face stricken as she knew what those visions meant. The light flooded away as she became increasingly more concerned, terrified, horrified. And as the images came back full force assaulting her brain she clasped her hands to her head in a desperate gesture to try and assuage the sudden and horrible pain. And as the pain grew worse she screamed. A sound filled with primal pain and hurt and loss. The three emotions turning the scream more into a shriek of such climactic horror that any who heard it would be torn apart. And she screamed again and again. Each time the scream became riddled with sobs that racked her frame so forcefully that she felt as if her bones would break. And they did. She heard the crack and felt her shoulder blade snap. Another scream tore itself from her and another bone broke, this time her rib. And more screams and more broken bones and this continued till she looked like a wilted flower with her body sticking out in odd angles with some of the broken bones poking out of the now exposed flesh. And she was just laying there a look of pure shock and terror seared onto her pretty face her hair had been partially torn out by her grasping hands and bits if scalp had appeared. And then when she thought that she would just have to lay there until something happened, something happened. She felt a tug inside of her and then a sharper one. And then she felt something burst and another unearthly scream made itself heard. And as she felt her insides popping themselves open blood came pouring it if her mouth and nose. And as it ran down the side of her face it became thick and stuck there. So after the immense torture that had routed itself into her she lay there no longer breathing no longer having any thing to breathe with. And she started up with glassy dull eyes that she didn't know mirrored damian's as he too took his last breath. And both of their eyes closed. And as damian was taken to the afterlife George woke up in a hospital room. Screaming and shrieking and yelling in a hoarse voice that echoed pitifully throughout the halls of the hospital. And then......black once more.....

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Uhh this is so bad. Sorry I kinda just wanted to update but I will probably go back and fix this chapter at some point though. It needs it. But yeah if ya didn't put the pieces together (which is completely fine) this is supposed to depict the connection between damian and George with George going through what damian is going through. A kinda mirrored reality. Where if something happens to Dami it also happens to George. So yeah any way bye!!!