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Chapter 4: Within Her Reach

WARNING! This chapter contains graphic content such as blood and violence
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POV: Unknown

I stood there watching.

Waiting.

Anticipation eating away at what little bit of me is left. I swear she's like me. I NEED her to be.

Months now of overwhelming voices and presences of this place pounding into my skull and crippling my body. Restricting what little sweet ecstasy of oxygen I could draw into my lungs. Feeling the familiar frigid atmosphere of presences cast down upon me I became unsettlingly aware they were back. To plague me with wretched fake pleads for help, taunts of agonizing torture and request for salvation from the true destruction of souls that they orchestrate. Mocking me and the souls who truly need help. I began to try to prepare myself for the demoralizing occurrence about to take place.

"she can't see us.......... it'll never work.....stupid.."

"she'll never see........you're stuck......you can't....you have to help us!!!!"

"it hurts...it hurts it hurts it hurts it Hurst burn burn burn...burning..Burn YOU WILL BURN TOO!!!"

"help...help me...I can't....I can't remember....they killed me....they KILLED me....it's your fault!!!!"

"forget.....just let the cold take you......help us.....only you...you are us..."

"HAHAHhahahahAHHahah..........HAHhahaHAHAhhahahaHa...........dumb FUCKING CHILD! You CaN never LeaVE!!!!" 

Dammed fuckers. They're too far gone, so, they can't be helped.

"ASSHOLES!!!! GO AWAY! I CAN'T HELP YOU!" I cried with so much ferocity my lungs and voice box branded with what felt like the rasp of sandpaper against them.

"hhahahahahHHAHAHAHAhahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHhahahahahaHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..........HAHAHAHAHhahahAhaHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH........HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!"

My futile attempt to rid myself of these parasites only made their warped emaciated frames, twisted smiles, venomous amalgamated laughter, and darkness shrouding them all, only to grow in immense stature. The low dull hum of pain began, manifesting in the very back depths of my mind. The more their presences grew with horrific hollow laughter the more the dull hum in my mind began to breed and spread throughout my body. I stood there, staring holes into them. Not able to move, paralyzed, due to their devastating and mesmerizing presence they hold. I was barely even able to drink in what little bit of air was still left that they hadn't stolen. I could do nothing but stand and scream in agony while I stared into their lifeless eyes. Dull hum becoming a raging roar of such piercing agonizing pain that they're cold presences brought. Making it feel as though nitrogen was running ramped through my veins. My insides shredding apart and contorting into a mess of knots. Ear piercing cracks and snaps, echoed too loud into the air, from the feeling of my bones twisting and fracturing from the pressure of the stressed muscles crushing my insides. Blood boiling inside, trying to keep me warm from their frosty touch, yet is only is making it worse.

Screaming for release, for them to leave, to give mercy was worthless and a waste of precious breath. They only grew and became louder seeing me cripple internally, yet on the outside, I stood still and just screamed at them with a calm facade. Feeding off me and the pain they knowingly inflict by their profound divine presence. My head felt as though it was being struck with the sledgehammer from the  abusive cries for help and mockeries. It pounded with such profound pressure and discomfort I felt as though I was to pass out. Unfairly, that would never happen. Sleep here is only a figment of sweet dreams. All I could cling to was the knowledge that this would soon be over. Once they were fat with terror and pain to sustain them until they find a shell to occupy or another poor soul to feast off. My vision began blurring with the pressure and scorching sensation running throughout my body making it slowly give away. The darkness seeping off them leisurely made it's way towards my frostbitten petrified body. Just as it swept past my feet, the very slightest ray of light cut through them and the dark mist cloaking them. Trying to focus on what was happening before my eyes seemed impossible. All I could make out was the dark coloured blobs, the inverted environment around me, and the growing mass of light shining through their wall. Relying on sound, I could start to hear their laughter turning to screams and my own morphing into silence and nonexistent. The blobs started to come to their true large gaunt forms, frantic in motion, they began to flee.

From what was my question?

The excruciating intenseness morphed back to a dull hum and then to nothing as they fled. Listening for their sounds I was reassured that they had left. My body, exhausted from their encounter, released cracks and groans as I thawed, and slowly regained movement. My vision would take a second to come back, being the last to restore, going through that takes a while to come back from. So cold. So damn cold! 

"Fuck!! why??!! Why......why couldn't I be chosen for something else?! If I'm going to go through that bullshit over and over again, why can't it be something cool! Not have to deal with those dickwads. Fuck me man. THAT'S THE SEVENTH TIME THIS MONTH! I'm not sure........ I can take this much more." I muttered angrily to myself. Once fully able to move I dropped to my hands and knees. I drank as much oxygen into my lungs as my body would allow. The pleasant tingle, almost burning sensation, of it filling my lungs was reassuring that I can still feel. That I still live. My body shuddered uncontrollably from the trauma it was dealt. Dirty damn tricks those bastards inflict. Make you physically go through being tortured and dying hideously slowly, yet it's a lie! My bones are breaking, my organs are contorting and failing but once it's over they are all fine right away like it never happened. You're just left with the shock your body goes into from the extreme inferno. Sweat drenched my hair matting it to my forehead and dripped onto the fractured asphalt road. My breathing becoming more steady and less labored heaves being forcibly taken into my body. I felt a small stream of blood escape from my nose and trickle to the ground and down my face. Slowly bringing my hand to my nose, to wipe it away, a silk-like scarlet drop hit my hand. The striking colour against my lighter skin was fascinating. My vision still slightly fuzzy, the colour of my skin and the blood's vibrancy, made it look as if it was an abstract oil painting; the way it stained the peachy complexion I hold. I'd like to say I have a tan, but I haven't for a while since being here. I'm usually a bit more colored than now. Only freckles kiss my body currently. Across my nose, cheeks, upper body, and hands. Shaking away the distractions from the blood on my hand, I focused on my intentions of waiting here in the first place. Stuck here and my only way of salvation was in her hands. Grabbing the cuff of my t-shirt, I wiped away the blood on my hand and then my nose. I had stopped shaking and decided I should resume waiting. Steading my legs under me, I got my balance so I could crouch and eventually stand. Closing my eyes one last time, trying to give my eyes a chance to readjust, I stood and opened them. Just as my surroundings came to view.

I was welcomed by the sight of a Jeeps bumper.

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