Doomed (Fransykes)

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me
And I'm not here to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me

I wish you wouldn't cry 
The Way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We did not get to say

When tomorrow starts without me
Please try to understand
That an angel came and called my name
And took me by the hand

The angel said my place was ready
In heaven far above
And That I would have to leave behind
All those I Dearly Love

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Buzzing.

His ears were buzzing. When he realised it, it was faint, barely there. It didn't matter to him at first. But it grew. It grew and it wasn't a soft buzz anymore. It became harder and harder and louder and louder, it became roaring. It hurt. He could feel the gap the knife had left behind and he could feel the blood dripping down his chest but he couldn't feel anything else. He had shut down.

His vision had turned black, his ears had turned deaf to the world. Only to this world.

His ears were ringing. It kept getting louder and louder and his body was numb. He couldn't tell what a single whispered outcry meant, he couldn't tell what they were. There were high-pitched howls and there were low-pitched screeches, each sounding more deafening than the prior, each one of those getting louder and louder to the point that Oliver couldn't even hear his own screams.

"I said," a raged whisper that Oliver managed to discern because it sounded so much closer than the others like it was inside of his head instead of right on his ear. "Not. Yet. I said not yet!"

It confused him. It confused him because the voice was so low yet so high, the voice was something he heard so many times before but couldn't recall any of these times.

"You won't die yet," A demanded growl that made Oliver's eyes shut tightly. 

But Oliver's physical eyes snapped open. Joshua gasped when it happened, so did the two, three people that stopped to help.

His eyes were red. The white part had thousands of veins coloured into a reddish-purple, his iris had turned a bright blood red, his pupils had thinned out into a long horizontal stripe. 

"Oh dear," Josh mumbled saddened, taking his hand away from Oliver's chest. For some reason his healing powers were absolutely useless in Oliver, he could feel Oliver's body repelling Josh's tries. But as he took off his hand, he could see Oliver's skin sewing itself out faster than Joshua had ever seen. His eyes widened, flickering up to Oliver's stare. It was still wide open, frozen into the sky before it suddenly snapped towards Josh.

Joshua held his breath. Oliver slowly sat up, back hunched over as he twisted his upper body around to glance at the person who threw the dagger. They were pretty far but were also walking carelessly slow. Oliver stood up, his limbs loose. It was scary because he didn't even blink, he just stared blankly. His knees flexed, back still hunched over. His back began to break. It visibly shifted on the upper part, cracking and breaking, his skin tearing apart bloodily as black muscle began to build out, feathers dripping with blood and growing along each part of the skin that grew out, his shirt also ripping loudly. A swift moment and his shirt had ripped off on the backside completely, the muscles jumping out, wide black wings spreading behind him so harshly that Oliver stumbled forward.