THE PROPHET | JENLISA

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

LISA

My body felt weightless.

My hair stood on its end as I cut through the air down to my death. Tears still streamed down my face although it's no use to wipe them when the wind took no time to dry them. It's no use to scream either when all it has done was to echo into a void.

This cliff seemed endless.

I slowly lifted my arms as I closed my eyes and let my senses feel the cold air. Denying my reality doesn't work anymore. I'm slowly falling to my death. The least I could do is enjoy it.

One last sob broke through me before I blacked out for the second time tonight. Well, at least I wouldn't feel my bones crashing as I hit the ground like a meteorite.

I feel nauseous.

My body moved as if it were floating with my tied hands lying above my head. Something was gripping on the back of my thighs as the sound of something being dragged reached my ears. I scrunched up my face, not having a clear picture of what was around me.

I refused to open my eyes and find that some demon was already dragging my body to the fire pit. I can be as optimistic as I can in any other situation but right now, when I don't really know what the heck is happening, I can't be too sure. Being pessimistic sometimes can help you avoid getting your hopes up.

So no, I don't think I ended up in heaven.

Someone grunted from above me before I feel my abdomen scrape on soft skin and a hand hover on the underside of my bottom, I yelp. The first thing I saw when my eyes open was a dirt path with trees lining on either side and an armor and labrys on top of a familiar bag, except that someone's butt had come colliding with my forehead.

I groaned as I brought my hand to soothe the spot while the person carrying me stopped. The next thing I knew, I was falling on the said dirt path with an oof. Frowning, I tried reaching for my sore bottom but I couldn't with the situation my hands were in.

"Good you're awake," a cold monotonous voice said. I looked up to see cold brown eyes staring down at me. She's free from her upper armor leaving her with a dirty white undershirt. It was almost transparent that I could see the hint of her white brassiere, I flush a light pink.

My heart rate picks up its speed as my chest heaved. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as I stare at her with a blank expression and then as if a dam burst, my tears stream down my face before I cover my face with my trembling hands.

I don't know what came over me. Relief? Shock? Panic?

My body shake at the intensity of my cry and I hug my knees close to my chest to lessen it. I just want to go home and cuddle with Chaeyoung until all my fears are gone. My wails become loud but I don't care about the woman in front of me or any other people who could hear my pathetic sounds.

They say crying could ease what we feel inside. It helps us release all our pent-up emotions and I'm trying but all it seems to do was tell me that what's happening is real. That I'm with some crazy woman dressed in my heroine's attire and I don't know what would happen to me next.

I still don't even know how I survived that fall or am I even still alive? If I'm not, then why am I still seeing this woman? Did she follow me here? What the fuck is her problem? Or is she my grim reaper who thought that meeting me in that armor would make me feel better?

I hear the scrapes of her boots on the ground. From the small gap of my knees, I could see her crouching down in front of me and I stiffen when her hands touch my forearm. I tighten my hold on my arms as I sniffed, refusing her advances but she is stronger than me and succeeded to unclasp my arms.