Death C.A.P.T 2. [Complete]

Chapter 12

[woag what's this? kenny updating this book twice in one day? yeah,, I'm not ill anymore and writing block is leaving me alone so ya y
bUt you've already had an update today so this part will be super short xddd]

Pen.

Let me out.

If nobody can save me...

I'll have to set myself free.

Somehow.

It's not going to be easy, but I have to do it. If I stay here, the sanity that I'm only just keeping will fall from my grip and it'll be lost forever.

Every step I took, every tear that fell from my face and hit the ground, every time I fell to my knees for no apparent reason, white flames sparked up from the floor whenever anything hit it. I was starting to regret not going with that thing. It could've been genuine. My autophobia haunted me and I could feel my emotions physically hurting me. I often passed out in that place. I could feel myself becoming numb to any feeling or harm.
"Maybe this is what Liy wished for." I spoke to myself in a monotone voice which wasn't even mine.

I began losing hope that I'd ever get out of there. I could feel myself dying. Every day, I'd cry, scream, cry, scream, cry, scream. It was just one endless cycle. I'd lost all contact to anything outside of this anonymous place.

Until one day.

One

Day

...

"Pen? Is that you?"