See me, feel me ( JELSA )

36 Black as Night

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POV Elsa

Have you ever had the feeling of being totally lost? This is how I feel now. First my whole body felt really heavy and aching. Somehow I imagine that I have been laying in this cold floor for some time now. My hand goes through the dark place that surrounds me. There is a metallic sound and my hands felt really heavy.  Shackles, they were shackles. Those shackles were covering my hands, tied me to this place.

My worst fears were coming true. The floor was moist and in small areas were actual puddles. I smell rotten leaves that are slimy and cover the floor. The smell makes me sick and next thing I experienced was excruciating headache.

Blood was rushing to my head and making it feel like a beating heart of pain itself. Sitting made it worse and I had to take some support from the wall that I realized being behind of me. Next the images from what happened rushed to my mind. This is Pitch’s doings. He is the one behind of this, he hurt me. Slowly I wiped some leafs away from my dress. The leaves were extremely sticky.

The moments in silence made me feel uneasy. Slowly my eyes started to get used to dark. Now I saw some faint lines of objects. There were just me and a heavy looking door. With my hands in front of me and touching the air I walked to the door.  The shackles had chain that just as enough for me to reach the door. My arms felt stinging pain when I hit the door over and over again. Shackles made it painful when the metal hit the door and edges of those shackles were rubbing my wrists sore. “Let me out! You can’t treat people like this!” I screamed many times.

My efforts were for nothing. No one came. I went sitting against the wall again. There was just a little hint of light coming inside from the tiny hole in the brick wall. This must have been a dungeon. My eyes went shut and I buried my head on my knees. Loneliness and despair, those words I felt just now in their actual meaning.  

I heard the creaking sound of that heavy door. Someone was opening it and I heard the footsteps getting closer to me. Slowly I peeked at the figure. It was standing in front of me for a moment that felt like ages. My vision was getting better at the dark again. Figure leaned down and offered hand. “Jack!” I screamed with relief. He came to get me.

I hugged the figure which didn’t feel like Jack. It wasn’t my Jack, the feeling was like when you have done sand cakes on playground as a child. It was pure sand. It was Pitch’s dark sand. Quickly I backed up and the figure left.

Again I was alone in the darkness. It must have been noon already since it felt like it. Hunger was also starting to bother me. Then the dark figure of Jack came to me again. It had a plate with bread. Right at the moment where he offered the plate to me I made the plate drop on the ground from figure’s hands. I refused to eat the things Pitch would offer me. The figure just stayed in that pose, kneeling before me.

Then the figure pushed me against the brick wall behind of me. “Let me go!” I yelled but it grinned eavily. It had no eyes, no expression. Just black sand. It took my head between its hands, forced my head the face it’s. It moved closer to me. It was kissing me, forcefully. Never did I know that a kiss would feel this bad, that it could make you feel in pain.

Panic was spreading to my body. With my shackled hands I tried to push the figure away. I felt scared as I was feeling more and more dizzy. A black curtain was slowly closing my eyes, I saw nothing. Felt nothing.  The thing I heard was just the laughter that was filling the room. The evil laughter.