Demented

Chapter Ten

I woke up once again in the same room that I have dreamt of several nights ago; it had a door that lead to The Forest Of Dead Souls.

The old door was full of writings, impossible to understand.

But how can one angel be so unloved? How can one angel be so hated and miserable? Why do we angels want to go home?

How can one angel, be so torn apart?

I opened the door; it continued to make a loud, creaked noise as I open it wider to view the same scenario. Countless dead bodies on the ground, hanging bodies from old oaks, a horrific scene. All of these people, were just like me, we all suffered. We all just wanted to come home.

Only the sound of the wind flowing through the dead leaves of the trees were heard; it was ghastly peaceful. The whole enviornment was. It was too peaceful, in a way that it was terrifying.

The darkness was slowly polluting the whole forest. I took my first few steps into the forest, my whole body was numb, the impaled metal stick was gone and everything was healed. Except the scars. But my emotions... I was completely clueless of what was to come.

After crossing over a dozen of dead bodies, I found mine, again. Except it had more cuts, burns, and broken bones and the metal stick was gashed through my flesh. I knelt down and rested my hand on my dead body's arm, slowly running my fingers down the cuts.

"I'm sorry we couldn't win the fight" I whispered softly, it was barely heard.

My eyes wandered into the forest, until I saw a familiar face, I couldn't find my breath when I realized who it was.

Quickly, I shifted to move closer to Luke's body. Resting my cold hands on his face, tears started to roll down my cheeks. His skin was gashed, tortured, and covered in dry blood.

"No, You are not dead. You are not dead." My voice begins to crack. Panic and anxiety start to roll in.

"no, no, no this isn't happening. This isn't happening."

As my faint cry continues, A soft voice comes from behind, singing a haunting lullaby. Unable to move, I listened to the lullaby as it slowly fades away, evolving into dead silence. Now everything was still, the wind stopped blowing, the dead leaves froze, and it was now completely dark.

It reminded me of my mind; a dark, scary place filled with thoughts that could cut me deeper than any blade ever could. It was no place a being would ever have been to. It was where my demons rested.

Still curious, I look ahead, at the room where I came from, a shadow appears behind the door as it shuts close. The dead silence was waiting to be broken.

Through the darkness, dozens of blood covered hands suddenly grab me, and harshly bringing me up into the air, and into a dark earthly hole. I try my best to scream as loud as I can, but I couldn't find my voice.

My hand reaches out to find a grip but miserably fails.

Finally, I fall into the dark hole. I continue falling deeper and deeper as it gets darker and darker into the abyss.

Just like depression; falling into a hole that doesn't seem to have an end and you just keep falling and falling cluelessly, you never know when you'll finally hit the end. No one is there to help you up because you've fallen to deep, too deep into depression to the point where you start to push people away because you don't want to be too attached to them.

But this one was different.

It had an end, and the result of hitting it, was waking up. It took quite a while to process what was happening, and where I was. This beeping sound continuously irritating me, and the sound of some sort of suction.

"Hello sweetie." A lovely looking nurse greets me. She had bright green eyes and a sweet smile, but a sympathetic one was given to me.

"What's happening?" A slow question escapes out of me as I look around , revealing oxygen tanks, heart monitors, dextrose, tubes inside me, and a whole bunch of other stuff that I don't know. My body was wrecked.

"You were in an accident, if that's what you call it." She raises her eyebrows,

What does she mean? Did someone do this on purpose?

Before I could question her she continued,

"They found your body unconscious in the center of these large structures, they said you were trapped. You've also lost a lot of blood, and the metal that was impaled through your thigh, it took quite a while to take that one out.

It's a miracle you're still breathing."

Of course I was trapped, how else would you think I wasn't able to escape the fire?

After the long paise of silence she introduced herself, "My name's Florie"

"You've been under consciousness for three days."

Still in deep thought, I was confused why I didn't have a major loss of blood when I would let lose a lot of blood through of self harm. It doesn't make any sense.

"You're also lucky it wasn't rusted, things might've gotten way worse than how it is now; I don't even want to talk about getting it out."

"Unless you really want to know..." She added, trying to keep the conversation going.

"No thanks, I'd rather not. That's not really what I really want to know right now,"

She sighed in relief, "What do you want to know then?"

Too much.

"Well first things first... Why am I still alive? My life was literally on the line, why had it taken a step back?"

She looked at me with concerned eyes, "That almost sounds like a philosophical question! I am not God, I am only a nurse, sweetie. But things happen for a reason, and sometimes, it becomes destiny. Maybe he decided it wasn't your time yet; that you still had a life to live and he doesn't want it to stop there. But in a nurses' perspective, I guess because there was enough blood for you from donations, the surgery was successful, and like I said earlier, the metal wasn't rusted."

"That's a satisfying answer"

Flories' lips curved into a small smile, "Thank you"

I quickly moved on to the next question, "Was there anyone else in the building during that accident besides me?"

Her eyes widened, "I don't know, sorry" She looked away while her fingers intertwined with her hair.

"Tell me."

"I really have no idea" She avoided eye contact. Wow, she is a terrible liar.

"I said te-" A scream interrupted me,

but Florie didn't seem to be startled.

"What was that?"

Keeping a dead serious face she responds, "Emily Winters."

Her eyes darted to two muscular men with a woman between them. She frequently tried to break free but she would end up in the same position she was now. They were walking slow for some reason, which gave me more time to observe. She wore a blood stained gown that covered only until her shins, her bare, yellowish feet meeting the cold floor. Finally, they were passing by us. I looked closely at her face, she had white hair, pale skin, grey lips, and the shade of grey in her eyes.

When she came to a stop at her dreadful walk, I thought she would throw another frantic tantrum she proved me wrong. Her head slowly shifted to make her eyes directly meet into mine.

She can sense one's gaze.