Grasping. Pushing. Gasping. Soaking. Breathing.
Flooding.
Burning.
…
…drowning.
This was the cycle I often was a part of in my everyday life on my home planet. I lived with my guardian, on an abandoned ship on an island, where I was isolated from the world. It seemed as though life was bleak for me. With my nightmares steadily increasing, I felt no escape. Each day, another 'practice'. Each night, another scream of ethereal anguish.
It never seemed to end.
Well, until I fell into a dark and dank dream.
"AUGH!"
Pain. It was the first thing that enveloped my body as I entered my dreams. There was fire licking my face, my feet, my torso. I felt blood trickling down from my head, and I felt my throat becoming parched.
And then, there were words from my mouth. Blantant, violent words.
"…fuck me for thinking I could do as a pleased in peace. Fuck ME FOR NOT UNDERSTANDING SOMETHING INTO WHICH I WAS NEVER BORN! FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! FUCK…Fuck…. fuck…"
And then, sniffling.
"You may have thought you've won the battle… but you will NEVER win the war…"
And then, a sudden cessation in breath, followed long after with a scream of torture. My breathing grew slower, as did my vascular system… I was…
..dying…