FALLEN ONE

Chapter 3

1 month ago

Her point of view.

That day, the scales in my eyes fell off. I noticed things I never did before... the shrubs and the leaves in the trees were wavering with the softly blowing breeze, as though listening to the tune of the birds as they chirped and the frogs as they croaked. The landscape, as though telling a story with many colours, tempted me to the beautiful feeling once again. Such a marvellous valley it was. The river flowed with absolute no care in the world. It all looked so beautiful! It ticked me off...it was annoyingly beautiful. A creature such as myself had no right to see anything, as beautiful...not ever again...at least, not yet.
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Every step I took drained all the ounce of energy left in me, a step seemed like a mile. My heartbeat was getting weaker. The urge to lay my back to the wall guiding my dragging walk, was too strong to resist. With my eyes darting left and right, I was losing focus of what remained in near view. I could feel my consciousness slipping away but I had to remain strong...no amount of force seemed to stop the bleeding. It was severe and this time I felt I might not survive after all. Looking at how I got myself into this situation, I wondered if it was worth it. What was the point? Would I die like this? I was never able to answer my questions but as I was still pondering on what seemed as a pointless endeavour, my mind went blank...
White clouds drawn in a blue background overlapping with my falling silhouette, this was the image of which I was then seeing in my sleep. I was falling so slowly I almost thought I was flying but illusions are only beautiful as long as they last. I fell down with a thud. It hurt so much that I exclaimed only to realise I was dreaming and now in a strange place. The room gleamed white. The sunlight shining through the big window into the room offered little help in making it less blinding. For a moment I almost forgot as to what inflicted the pain.
'You are finally awake!' a voice I did not recognise seemed to be exclaiming to itself in delight. Sitting up, I looked around and listened. Alas! So peaceful. There was no sign of chaos. I was relieved but only for a moment as the filthy thirst arose again and this time it was stronger than ever. Curse that hunter. I never would have been so thirsty had I not lost so much blood and to make it worse there is food right in front of me! How do I control myself? No. no. no. I cannot do this. He just saved my life, technically...where are my manners?
'Control yourself!' I rebuked myself.
'Will you stop murmuring to yourself already?' the voice tried to bring me to reality with little success. I had completely lost it. I was then getting ready for my meal as the morphology of my mouth was already changing. Did this scare my so called saviour? I had no idea, at this moment I was not capable of undergoing the process of thought. It was like an obsession was controlling me. The next thing, I heard a voice it was sweet and soothing. To this voice I owe my favour. It calmed me allowing my mouth to return back to normal. As though waking up from sleep I opened my senses and was able to perceive once more. The only possibility, of which the voice might have come from, is this creature hovering over me. Had I not been this weak I would have found it almost erotic. He was on all fours, pressing down on the bed I now lay. My body in between his legs and hands, his long hair created a curtain around my face. I am certain it is not human but yet it looks feels and smells humanlike. It left me more than puzzled.
Ever since I became this strange creature who is neither dead nor alive just frozen in a loop of no time... I neither bless nor create. All I do is bring forth destruction... I kept on thinking as to why I need to live in the world I loved so much, but now deemed to destroy. I was really heart broken, thought it seems not to bother me anymore. In fact nothing does seem to bother me anymore; it seems my heart has frozen to all complex emotions. I must admit, I love the me right now. Something deep inside me tells me that this is all a façade to protect myself from anxiety, that it's an illusion just about to end. My only hope is that this little glass world of mine remains intact, it shouldn't crash and shatter into pieces.
Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock! Ran the clock...but it soon ran out of joint. Cursed fate... I was then born into this calamity, just to set it right. A making from creation begins with destruction. The one to set it into motion is none other than my cursed self.