deathly love

Ch. 17 Ressurection

Whispers in my ear welcomed me to the New World. But I could still hear the voices in my head from the past. As the new world was coming into view, the voices from the past seemed to be trying to pull me back.

The voices from the past didn't even sound like words at all, while the New World voices were trying to pull me in.

Everything in the New World was black. But I could just make out the strangest of creatures. They were all around me, looking over me as I lied there.

Their wicked, terrifying smiles weren't welcoming at all. They had completely white eyes, sharp, jagged teeth, and tiny horns growing out of the top of their scaled heads. Their bodies were the oddest color of silvery-black that I had ever seen, and I couldn't help but fear them. They kept motioning their long nailed hands toward themselves, trying to tell me to come completely into the New World.

I only feared what would happen if I let myself.

"Nmathurr. Nmathurr, bweak wupp. Bluhease, Nmatharr Bweak wupp." The voices from the past sounded like just a bunch of letters put together for a makeshift new language.

They sounded nothing like the voices that I had once heard. But the voices of the demons from the New World kept trying to block out the old voices.

The demons spoke a strange language that I had never heard, but instead of being able to understand the old language, I could understand the New World's language better. "Come into the darkness, Asher. We've been expecting you. Let yourself be swallowed by the abyss." I shook my head. "No," I said in the strange tongue.

One of the demons cicked it's head sideways and smiled even larger at me, revealing a whole other row of teeth that I hadn't seen before. "Come on, Asher. We don't bite. I promise," it said. I shuddered. I suddenly wished that I hadn't gone through with the suicide. But was it really all over, I could still hear the voices from the past, and they were getting clearer with each minute that passed.

"I blowve jew, Gatcher. Cwom bnatch to me." The old voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't put a face with it. As much as I didn' t want to go into the New World now, I knew that I now had no choice. I had commited suicide, and this is where I had ended up.

Suddenly, pain like I had never felt enflamed my left wrist. It was worse than every single cut that I had made combined. I screamed, and this seemed to amuse the demons. But oddly, I couldn't see the demons as clearly now. They were beginning to get blurry, and another picture was coming in. It looked like a bathtub with red water. That's when I realized that I was being pulled back to life.

The demons all did ear piercing shreaks, and I instantly covered my ears. I clenched my eyes, and then the sound stopped. I opened my eyes, and I was back in my bathtub. I looked down at myself.

My wrists were burning like crazy, and when I pulled them up out of the water, they had stitched in them. I turned my head to left towards my door, and that's when I saw him standing there.

My eyes grew huge and my mouth fell open. "But you were...I thought that...you can't...b-but, Kristian ki-...," I stuttered. Gregory smiled and walked over to the side of the bathtub. He crouched down and put his hand on my face.

"I thought you were dead,"I said to him. He just smiled. He didn't speak. "Gregory, say something," I said. He didn't. He just looked at me with apolegetic eyes.

"Gregory, say something!" I screamed. He looked past me, like he had just seen a ghost. Then he looked back at me and smiled again. Except this time, it was a smile that said nothing more than," I'm sorry." I grabbed his shirt and pulled him a little closer. "Greg, don't leave me again! You can't leave me again!" I shouted at him.