“If the light is stronger,
Then way does darkness exists?”
Breath.
The voice commands.
I feel something grip my throat and feel it start to vibrate against of air passageways. I open my eyes and see that the hands are my own.
They hold me tightly and I can't breathe, as much as I so desperately want to.
Let go.
But I can't, I feel the need in my hands to hold tighter, squeeze until the life in me is gone. Floating in the air as my body drops to the ground.
Let GO!
“No!” I cough out.
Tears prickle at the sensitive tissue of my eyes. My lips tremble in time with my hands and I feel two sides of me raging at war.
Breathe!
Tighter!
Stop!
No!
Live!
Die!
I feel the two sides scream louder, each trying to out-best the other.
I feel like I'm drowning, like I'm sinking in the depths of a raging sea.
Float!
Sink!
Swim!
Drown!
Live!
Die!
My eyes roll and I can feel it coming, I feel my spirit to fight die, and I feel myself losing this battle.
I can see the blade piercing the chilling air and making its way to my flesh.
Fight!
Freeze!
Defend!
Freeze!
Live!
Die!
Die?
Yes, Die.
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Trembling
Short StoryTrembling. I look down to my lap and see them trembling feebly. My hands shake without my control. Control. The word feels surreal, recently I haven't had much control. Control is non existent. But the trembling never stops. Trembling.
