Only Love Can Kill Me... (A One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter 33 - Eleventh Welcome

                Oh dang it…I was really going to that realm wasn’t I?

                I visualized the landing: the blackness, the texture of the bark, the russet color, the lines caressing, the endless chute, the disorientation, the gravity defying tunnel, the shrieks, the softness, the attraction, the pull, the pain, the end.

                I twisted the stone slab as hard as I could as the cowardly ground gave way, watching helplessly as the savage pull of whatever lied beneath devoured us like the savage it was.

Chapter 33 – Eleventh Welcome

"I am in the midst of lions; I am forced to dwell amond ravenous beasts-- men whose teeth are spears and arrow, whose tongues are sharp words." - Psalm 57:4

[Harry’s POV]

                We fell.

                I screamed. Loud. Long. Hard.   

                I flailed in thin air and tried to get a grip on something – anything!

                Darkness. I saw nothing. There were spots of lights here and there like fireflies, but they disappeared before I could make sense of them.

                I flailed for support; the wind was pushing up at me harshly.

                It was like a skydive. Or a cliff dive. Or anything that required free falling. A bungee jump. A pool jump. A leap of faith into the unknown.

                It was like falling but it was like being blown upwards at the same time. It was like moving a billion kilometres per hour in a windowless jet plane but like being suspended by a string also. It was chaotic but still and unmoving, dizzying and nauseating.

                Adrenaline pulsed through me but it didn’t supply me with the flash-courage it usually brings.

                I was scared out of my mind. I was still screaming for my life.

                Nothing made sense.

                I had no control, even over my body. None.

                My heart boomed in my chest like a rap song.

                I couldn’t see anything, couldn’t feel anything, nothing but falling but flying but rushing but pulling and everything else in the world.

                The only thing I was sure of was Isla’s iron grip on my hand, not letting me go. We were hand in hand, hers making me feel secure-

                No. I didn’t feel secure at all. No seatbelts, no nothing!

                We fell on to the darkness beyond.

                I screamed again and again, unable to resist.

                I closed my eyes and opened, repeat, repeat – I was blind, I couldn’t see.

                My heart was horse racing. I couldn’t breathe. I was going to die. That was it. I was dead, dead, dead-

                The world was poured with sudden light, forcing me to squeeze my eyes closed, and even then my eyelids were burning red. The sun was right there, no doubt. Two suns, three!