What Lies Beneath

What Lies Beneath: Chapter 6

Author's Note: By the Heaven's Above! Has it really been that long? I apolgize sooo much XD I took an extremely long hiatus from this story, but I hope to finally get back in the swing of things and get the story moving! Here's another chapter for you guys! Don't worry: another battle is coming along XD Remember to comment and critique :) Thank you! 

It was like I had slipped out of one world to awake in another.

I find myself once again encompassed with nothing. Looming nothingness surrounding me, shrouding all light from my eyes and smothering everything in pitch-black. I felt the stagnant air of emptiness fill my lungs with a deep intake, the helpless sensation that I couldn't do anything but to breathe in this empty space making my insides squirm and twist with the same anxious feeling.

 I had been here before.

 My chest feels compressed, like something is pushing down on it. I try my hand at a few futile attempts to relieve the straining and impending pressure as I feel the obsidian closing in. All around me.

It doesn't help.

 My pained lungs are left to they're doomed fate, my feet planted to the ground and my hands glued to my sides. I feel my wings plastered to my back and I try to unfurl them. This time, I can actually feel as if barbed wire sinks it's tearing fangs into my appendages, shredding the feathers as I struggle against the invisible force stopping me.

 I can only breathe.

 Just breathe.

 I feel the warm trickle of my blood before I give into the fact that I am totally vulnerable. Confined within binds that I cannot even see.

 I can't see anything.

Clenching my hands into tight fists, I wriggle my wrists, squirming on my toes as I grit my teeth. I feel frustrated. Pathetic.

 This glimmer of hope is still in my eyes, and I nearly exhaust myself trying to find it.

 I fight and fight against my still self. My feet are set into the ground like they are part of a cement block. I tug my wrists aggressively, skin burning with irritation and flesh stinging from the open wounds I've created from scraping them raw. Blood trickles down my wrist to the tips of my fingers, dripping to the floor and making rings of scarlet around my feet.

 I can no longer contain my anger and agitation at my uselessness. Inability to escape shackles that aren't even there.

 I scream at myself. I scream at the fact I can't get out. And at last I'm forced to face the fear building up inside of me.

 I have to shut my eyes, shaking my head. I tell myself to calm down, my chest heaving and my heart thumping against my rib cage. My ears are pounding and the heat from my raw arms seems to spread in waves towards the skin of my neck and brow making me sweat.

 Calm down.

 I repeat those words in silence, my lips forming them perfectly. But only I can hear them.

 I exhale shakily, my hair tousled and strewn in front of my face from my thrashing and pulling.

 I reach a point where I feel it is the calmest I will be in this predicament. My heart still pounds and my head still spins, but I finally begin to think sensibly.

 I pull my leg, my muscles contracting to lift the lower half below the knee. It doesn't listen. I bite my bottom lip, the panic rising in the back of my mind. I bid it away by drawing blood, a thin line of red streaking down the corner of my mouth.