It Hurts. It feels as if I'm drowning in a sea of blood. The bodies around me are beginning to give off a grotesque smell that is making my stomach feel as if it's part of a circus. The contents of said stomach laying a few inches away. It hurts so much not knowing when I will wind up like the others. The uncertainty of the entire situation has my head spinning.
The last set of footsteps I heard was well over three hours ago, however I can not be certain since my watch has long since stopped. My ears strain to hear but nothing can be detected in the silence. I wish they would return and finish what they started already. I'm beginning to go insane in the deep silence of the room. I want to scream but no sound will come.
The others were lucky to have passed so quickly. Death claimed them one by one allowing them escape from the hell of the silence. I envy them for being so lucky. I know that soon I will join them even as I write this.
A startling choking noise escaped my throat as I looked at the blinding light through the now open. I have to hurry to finish this so that the next person taken will not end up like us. We were foolish and unlucky, we never should have tried that ritual. Sachiko, we beg of you. Now we can never go home or see our families. The footsteps are growing closer.
His body towers over her like a skyscraper. They have returned to finish the job. They mean to dispose of our bodies so our souls will be trapped. I can feel my consciousness beginning to slip away. The blood pooling in my left eye socket as well as my mouth will finally end my suffering. As I look up through the black abyss I can see the sight of her crazed smile. She's laughing as I take my last breath. It hurts, this sea of blood, but I am thankful It will carry me away from the torment of this hell.
A blood stained palm print decorates the bottom of the page make the last few words hard to read. Blue eyes strain to make them out. The author of the page must have suffered unimaginable pain. Tears slid down pale cheeks as the oceans of blue began to form rivers. She knew that they were the next ones.
 Sinful Fool · Sun Mar 25, 2012 @ 06:26am · 1 Comments |
