The Last of Her Kind

12. Day 1 - Tell Me What to Believe

Chapter 12 Part 1/3 : Day 1 - Tell Me What To Believe

***Authors Note.

If you have not read the part that I have added on to the last chapter, Chapter 11, then please read that before this. It will make more sense if you do. I would put it at the starting of this chapter as well but I don't know where it started. Sorry for the inconvenience.***

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We are walking somewhere, I don't know where though. I keep asking but nobody will tell me. Maybe they are but it's just not getting through to me. Or maybe my words are not coming out. Either way I'm confused. Nixon is holding my hand, guiding me to wherever we are going. It's a good thing too because if he wasn't I'd probably fall off a cliff by now. We are walking on a very thin ledge, everywhere but where we are walking is gone, beneath the thick fog is something that may never be found.

It switches, the terrain. One moment it is all broken and twisted, boulders falling into the abyss and skeletons of long forgotten creatures lay among pools of poison. Then I blink and we are walking though a field of flowers and tall green grass so high that I can almost not even see what's ahead of me. Then I blink again and we are heading through a dark forest, forgotten souls tugging at my dress for forgiveness and pity. I blink once more and then I get back to what is called "reality".

Right now it seems like an illusion, like when I was trapped inside my own mind. The world started to burn as we walked through this abandoned land. I am hoping to try and fight the darkness off but that's usually when the darkness comes.

We are walking through a swampy area so I am watching where I step while getting strange looks from my companions who are trotting through it. I don't care though, this place is scaring me. When I look in the water faces appear. Scary ones like the ones you would see in only the worst of nightmares. Whenever I dare to look in the swamp and see those faces I grab onto Nixon and push my faces into his arms trying not to cry. It is very hard though because everyone stops and asks me what is wrong. Everyone except for Nixon though. He says nothing and holds my head while holding me tightly until I can calm down. When I do then we continue walking, looks being passed between Atlas and Akane. I ignore them though, keeping my head held high so not to look into the water. I keep telling myself that it is all an illusion. That it is not real. But somewhere deep down I feel that if I were to go into the water, fully, then I would be dragged underneath the water surface by the monsters in my head.

We still have traveling to break the curse but I think I can control the darkness surging within me. That is until my breaking point. I thought they weren't there. I thought I couldn't feel them. They are illusions right? Sadly I was sorrily mistaken. We are still in the swamp land, or so I believe, my feet sinking into the soft ground. I neared the waters edge once more, stopping to look. I don't know why I did this, maybe a feeling of hopeful rebellion? I could hear Atlas and Akane whispering ahead of me. I can hear them asking one another why I am looking into the puddle. Maybe I am hallucinating, but it all feels so real. I look deeper into the water, my mind loosing itself in the soft waves it creates. Something comes near the surface, something large but I pay it no mind, I am lost in the rippling water. But something breaks me from my trance. The creature beneath the water breaks the surface and latches it bony grip onto my leg. I start to scream, violently trying to kick it off. The creatures claws scratch at my ankle as I push it downwards. When I finally break free it approaches the surface, but only it's half rotted mouth. Through rotted teeth it whispers,

"Defend against it otherwise it will kill you from the inside out."

It lets go of my leg and disappears beneath the murderous water. Nixon is by me as I crumble to my knees in pure fear and shock. I look over at him, terrified of what I might see but it's Nixon. I can't hold it in anymore, I push my face into his chest and start to cry, he holds me tightly calming me down. As I calm down he asks me what's wrong, but all I can say is words to explain what happened for I am still too terrified.