Takdir

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This is my first project here. It's not perfect, but I hope you can be entertained with the story.

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. . .

Pitch black.

The same darkness.

Hurts.

The same pain.

Cold.

The same freezing sensation.

As if I could see my last breath running away from my grasps. From a hand which no longer distinguishable. From a hand which no longer felt like a hand.

A body that no longer felt complete . . . Indeed, I am certain, it isn't fully there anymore.

My body felt lighter, and lighter. And a small part in me broke apart gloriously and joyfully, like a child in Christmas morning, awaiting his presents. I felt it, myself losing the consciousness. But, I am sure I wouldn't be the only one feeling that way if only there was any other being here with me.

. . .

Finally . . .

I am floating!

I am flying!

I dreamed of flying once, but I found none such contentment, nothing like this, nothing so real. None until now.

Every single thing felt truly liberating. I felt free, as free as I had never been before. The feelings were foreign to me, as novel as those feelings that occur to me when I tasted Adam's newly receipted cookies. Oh, probably not. More extraordinary than then. . . I felt my senses bursting and humming with excitement as an onset of stimulus enters my body.

There was a refreshing storm in me.

And, once again, I am flying!

I no longer felt the burning muscles or the broken bones in my body that tasted like dirty oil on my skin. No more of them. I felt so free! Feels like I do not have to keep up with the perishable body any longer.

Was that death?

If only I knew that death would be so beautiful, I wouldn't be so resistant about it and just leave this rotting world in a flash.

I don't mind to feel such feelings a little bit longer. Forever? Sure thing!

. . .

Ah.

A glower of light pricked my eyes. The broken darkness on my eyelids awoke me up like a splash of burning acid.

There was a tiny spot of warmth scalding my entire skin. No! Don't let me fall back to that awful place again!

Oh. To You, whoever you are, whose hands holding the power over powers in the world/s, I beg you, do not bring me back to the pain!

The numbness that follows such an unbearable pain for the past three or more days hit my back and my head like a giant sledgehammer. Perhaps, if I will ever meet an elephant and got trampled upon it, these will be how much it pained . . .

I am not dead, yet.

Tears flowed down through my closed eyes. Hot against my skin, falling through the curves of my nose and cheekbones, until it got halted on my right ear.

I wanted to go back, to that faraway world . . . where I can be free from the burden of my own mind and the world around 'em; please?

A breeze of cold air fan over my face, caressing my wet and sticky hair from the dried blood. I deeply inhaled, slowly, feeling the pricking pains on my chest every time I moved just slightly too much.

The pungent smell of blood mixed with wet ground was airing around my sense of smell. I frowned, letting out the remaining of voiceless cries get stymied on my throat.

The ache came back again. Ache more painful and horrifying than the ones that I got when mother or father intentionally put their hands and claws against my body. The heart-wrenching feeling was far worse than during the moment Noah burst my balloon with a thorn back then . . .

A pair of eyes.

A shadow among the darkness, not far from where my body helplessly laid in a heap.

Him.

Only he can only make me feel that way.

Missing the unconsciousness.

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