Unsettling Thoughts

Rebuild Me

A/N: I'm gonna go ahead and apologize for my weird typos, I haven't really sat down and heavily edited this yet so yea. I'm really sorry. Enjoy! :)

I slowly wake up, my bones aching, and my mind a total blank space. Static taking the place of where my thoughts and memories once were.

I...I shouldn't feel this way. This...this doesn't feel right.

"Welcome," says someone. The voice sounding like a female, like a young woman so soft and sweet but, something about it also sounds so fake. Like something is very...off about this person, it almost sounds like it was prerecorded and played back on a lower quality sound system. "I'm sorry for the mess, the bones just keep piling up."

Bones?! I quickly open my heavy eyelids, looking at the hard ground beneath to find, sure enough, I'm laying on a pile of bones. I try to the best of my abilities to sit up and actually find out where I am and who I am, but sharp pains shooting through my body makes it impossible.

"Please don't try and move child," says the voice sweetly. "It will only cause you pain and no one wants that."

"W...wh..." I start, struggling with every word. It feels like someone has injected large of amounts of novocaine into my mouth.

"Don't speak," orders the voice calmly.

"Wh...wher...where...am...I?" I choke out, disobeying the woman's orders.
, disobeying the stranger's orders.
There is a loud sigh followed by several, evil laughs. "My dearest boy...you are in the underworld."

The once static existence I held is now full of fear and confusion, the...the underworld? But...but that's where the dead go. I'm not dead or am I?

But that's where the dead goes...I'm not dead, am I?! Am I? "Help the poor boy up," commands the voice, their orderers obviously directed to someone else.

"Yes ma'am," says two more unfamiliar voices as I'm slowly lifted to my feet and turned around to face whoever has been talking to me.

I still have no idea who this is or where I am...I'm not even really sure who I am at this moment. Everything still seems so...fuzzy.

"Is that better?" Asks the voice as I force my heavy head to look up at the source of voice. It's a woman, no older than her twenties dressed in all black fabric, barely showing any of her skin.

"W...who...are y...you?" I ask, my mouth still feeling unbelievably numb, along with the rest of my body. I feel useless in this state.

"Don't worry about that detail just yet," she smiles evilly, bending her head back over the arm of the stone throne she's sitting in. The woman is sitting so oddly in the chair, her thin body is spiraled over the whole chair, like she's trying to lay in it. Her narrow toes almost touching the dirty floor as her legs bend down in an inhuman way and her neck looks like it's about to snap in two as she forces her black hair to touch the ground.

You can see her ribs pop out of place as she grips the back of the throne along with the bottom. It's like her bones are made of cooked noodles...

"Please don't stare," she says with a small smile, keeping only the right side of her face exposed to me. "I know I'm gorgeous but please, keep wondering eyes to yourself Boy."