It hurt, everything hurt. And I didn't know what type of pain was which. All I knew is that it all hurt. Everything had hurt, and it was not the type of pain that resignates only in what part of your body, it was deep, seering. It was not falling down a hill and having cuts, it was not even relitively close to self harm, and it was painful. I liked it. A lot more then I should. For a moment, hope and hell was in my chest at the thought of being dead.
Throbbing pain ran up and down my body, the closest thing to hell that could be on Earth was the fire inside of my chest. I felt as if fire was fighting fire. I did nothing but clash. Nothing but bring more pain. I deserve the pain, I deserve it and I didn't fight it, and I didn't scream. But I felt as if I should wither, should scream and writh and for a minute, I debated letting my jaw untighten. I was held back by something that seemed like a bigger, blinding force. I felt my eyes warm, it felt as i I was crying. But I knew i wasn't, there was no relief. If I was, it would dull the fire, but all that it was able to do was damage me and make me feel more useless in this situation.
The fire enveloped my feet, feeling as if I was walking across coals, far worse than that couple of minutes when your feet fell asleep and you finally move them. Far worse than everything I've ever felt. It climbed slowly, the burning feeling. It went to my calves, felt as if I was being dipped into a slow moving river of molten lava, feeling the burn yet my skin preserved. To my knees, where it seemed if I moved them, the would crumble into ashes from the heat and fall off. To my thighs, my skin was on fire. I was certain of it, the dull throb I felt from legs slowly grew to a large shaking bass thump through out my body which matched the beat of my heat.
As it climbed to my waist and up my chest, scorching my insides, the bass becoming slower, replacing it came a ringing in my ears, far louder than anything I've heard in my existence. If I could have moved, I would have grabbed my head, holding my hands to my ears to block out the sheer loudness of it. It climbed to my neck and slowly descended down into my arms, my fingers tingling unpleasantly to where it hurt to even think about the way they felt as if each one was being chopped off over and over again.
As the burning invisible flames reached my eyes, a scream was released, the sound of it barely able to be heard over the ringing. I scrunch my eyes shut, willing, begging, screaming for it to stop. It felt as if boiling water was being pour tantalizingly slow over my eyes. I wanted so badly to rip them out of my very head just to get the pain to stop. This was nothing compared to the feeling of my body being engulfed in flames, this was so much worse. So much fucking worse. The ringing grew louder, and louder, and louder, until I was sure my eyes would bleed. All at once, everything stopped. Cut off as if the directer of an orchestra of pain had stopped the music. I couldn't hear anything, couldn't feel anything, couldn't grasp a single thought.
I sat there in nothing but a blinding room of whiteness for what felt like forever before a felt a gentle hand on my forehead, pushing my hair from eyes before a soft murmur of words I couldn't make out.
Then everything went dark, and light again. Fire ignited me once more but it was of pleasure more than pain. And then my eyes flew open.
///. This was a long wait for a terrible chapter. And I promise, promise, promise that I'll update the next one better than this... .\\\
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Dangle. (Vampire!Zayn; Ziall AU)
Fanfiction"Funny how shit changes overnight." ___ All rights and references are reserved to the original author of such due to copyright by law but I will hint/draw from some of my favorite things with in the story itself.
