Nikki: Hey guys. I'm kind of doing an update day so I thought I would put up this small drabble I had thought of months ago. So here it is! Delving Deeper!

I delve deeper and deeper into my horrid mental state.

I've seen too much. Heard too much. Experienced too much. My senses are burning, a livid fire engulfing all of my soul.

The flames are trapping me in my own body. Scorching my flesh and licking at my intestines. It's taking a hold of me, and tightening it's grip.

Now, I'm sinking in the water that tried to stop these flames. Drowning in it, even. And the flames are still tightening it's grip on me until I'm forced to lose myself.

I choke on my thoughts (or is that air?) and it hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

I gasp and blubber on the abyss that enters my lungs, not air, it's too thick.

I splutter a little more; flop around like a fish.

Breathe Ciel, just breathe.

No. Can't breathe. The air is too thick, too heavy.

And... oh God... it still hurts.

Something fills my lungs and I gag. I cough a few times and whatever is lodged in my throat regurgitates. I try to expel it from my lungs but it's futile.

I'm lying on my back (I can't really know for sure, but my back is against something uncomfortable and flat. I assume that it's the floor). I can't see much - my eyes feel like they are glued shut - but with the little vision I have, I can make out shapes and if I focus for a while I can see the whole picture. The phlegm and blood stuck in my throat transpires and spews all over myself. By now, undoubtedly, my pristine, unadulterated white shirt has been tainted an ugly red and yellow color.

I lay there, trying to breathe. Barely anything enters my lungs, but a lot of the thickness in my chest comes out. Everything that leaves is quickly refilled with more of that abundant substance.

With a loud wheeze, I'm startled to feel a hand other than my own grasp my arm and yank me from the dark abyss around me. I gasp and sputter some more as another hand appears in my vision and grasps my neck in it's palm.

The blood-phlegm mixture oozes out from every orifice on my face and out of my peripherals, I see the red and blackness on those fingernails and hands. Is that blood mine? Or theirs? It's so difficult to tell in puzzling situations such as these.

I'm being pulled even further up and I'm forced into a sitting position. I see the face of my captor, or maybe my savior.

It's not a savoir. No, of course not. They never are in life or death plights like the one I'm one in right now.

Reddish brown orbs stare back at me. My lungs and neck pulse with a throb of pain. He squeezes my wind pipe once before letting go and grabbing my Adam's apple. He tugs at it, and I inhale a glob of thickness into my chest. He's going to tear out the small ball in my esophagus and leave me writhing on the floor in pain until I die.

He pulls a few times and I whine lowly before he releases me for good.

"I love you, Ciel." He says, brandishing a glock from literally no where.

I start panting and hyperventilating as he lowers the weapon down to eye level.

"Sebastian," I choke out my love's name in a sob, "I love you too."

The gunshot echoes as I delve deeper into black nothingness.

THE END!

Nikki: So how did you like it, guys? *crickets* It was pretty morbid, but I liked it! So thanks for reading, leaving your reviews in the box below!