Death (BoyxBoy)

II

II

I woke up in a bed I did not know, in a room I did not know, in a town I knew, but without knowing why. My head was pounding like I had the biggest hangover in human history. My heart was beating steadily in my chest, my lungs were burning like the air itself was fire and my nerves were reacting to every molecule it came into contact with. I felt drenched yet there were no traces of sweat on my body. I climbed out of the bed, naked as the day I had been born.

In the small bedroom, only the essentials had been placed at the opposite of the bed, near the door. A pile of clothes was sitting on top of the dark desk. The feeling of the cloth on my skin scraping me felt as painful as thousands of tiny needles poking into my skin at the same time. I closed my eyes and savored the moment.

As I opened the door, the sounds of life blew into my ears, blinding me for a short moment. I walked into the corridor, trying to get a sense of where I should head to next. Most of the noise was coming from a room farther down on my right. Smells came from there as well, all of them both so subtle yet so intense and present.

I walked into the room, expecting someone to beworking on a meal, but the only thing I found were kitchen appliances rumbling,with the plate placed on the counter that sent the marvelous smells to my nose.I went to start eating, but suddenly felt ill, the stomach aching so bad I fellto my knees, my arms holding onto my belly. Then, I vomited a bile likesubstance which burned my throat so deeply I was convinced it would leave marksinside it. It kept going for what felt like hours, like season passing cyclicallyover and over and over and over again.

Once it stopped, I stood up slowly, and once I glanced to the floor in front of me and saw none of the bile-like substance. I walked outside of the room and into the living room, seeing the book left on the short table, the lamp by the couch battling against the light coming through the semi-open blinds and a general feeling of abandon permeates the whole room.

I went to leave the room until I noticed a white flash moving to hide behind the couch. I moved around to try to see what was moving around and almost stopped breathing when I saw hundreds of small white slug-like creatures swarming a black rotten skull. The swarm stopped moving almost instantly and disappeared away inside the walls by flattening to the point where my eyes could not even perceive them going inside.

Just as the last one disappeared, I noticed the skull is longer charred and putrefied, but rather the skin on in seemed to have been restored in its entirety. I approached it slowly, and turned the head to see myself staring back at me with dead eyes. The phrase 'the last time' imprints itself in my brain like I was branded by a white hot iron, bringing me to tears from the pain until I loose consciousness.

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I woke up once again, my body feeling less intense and all my sensation being slightly reduced. I was still in the kitchen, sprawled on the floor, aching from everywhere even if less than previously. I stood up as slowly as possible to try to keep my muscles from hurting so much to little avail. I looked at the time on the clock on the wall beside the window when a clear snapshot of a boy came into my mind. I ran out of the room and instinctually followed the way out of the house. Walking so fast that I was almost jogging, I kept looking for the statue that was in the middle of the small village. The marks of people leaving very recently on a whim was apparent everywhere, and that sight made my heart stop beating every time, concerned that I was too late.

When I saw the statue from afar, I started running and ended up going down the same path I had not long ago, in another situation. The little house was there in front of me and I did not stop myself until I was pounding the door.