The bright light won't take me home
Last vision I had I was facing one of them. Their faceless figure would 'stare' right back at me and they would reach out to grab me and pull me out of a hole that I had fallen into. Behind their skin I would see something that resembled a smile and right then a bright light would start shining from behind their body. I would try to look past them but I couldn't, and little by little some of the other would show up and surround me as I struggled to set myself free. They would continue to get closer and closer until their bodies practically merged with mine and my vision would become foggy as if I was seeing through a screen. Perhaps a thin layer of skin...
Seeing the world through their eyes always freaked me out, as that was a vision I had had a couple times prior to this last time. Everything felt so distant as if I was a prisoner inside a body, only being able to hear, see and feel a little bit. That would cause me so much frustration I could feel their long sharp fingers, my fingers, dig through my skin almost as if it was from the inside out. I was inside their body but they were inside of me. The scratches would become harder and more violent until I felt myself bleed, and what once was a faint remain of that bright light had become deep red streams of blood passing right through my eyes.
I never knew if those were tears or not. It always felt like yet again I missed my chance o escape and I could guarantee that made me sad. I could feel my chest ache and I would remain like that for hours, maybe days, perhaps even months or years. Time was very deceptive inside my head. I only knew it was almost over when I'd feel my legs weaken, which let me know I was about to fall out of their bodies. But once I find myself with my face planted on the ground all I have time for is to take one last breath before I become engulfed my darkness and unconsciousness.
I knew then I had died.
