-1Re-birth
Inspiration Quote:
"Change is the constant, the signal for rebirth, the egg of the phoenix" - Christina Baldwin
The tips of his thumbs were digging ever more into the softness of her neck, the pressure growing with each straining breath she tried to take. She could see whiteness behind her own eyes, feel the spinning of her head and the lack of sensation in the limp body, which practically hung beneath her; dangling from the strength of his death serving grip.
Her heart began to beat within her ears and gradually, the time between each pulse grew limitless.
She was plunging, falling almost into something completely surreal. The faces of her mother, father, brothers and friends past before her own eyes, as ghost like whisps of light. She was opening her mouth to scream out, but nothing came.
Not a sound.
It felt as though she was completely submerged in water, feeling the rippling pressure from all sides of her body.
Her naked, unclothed, premature body.
Straining, as she tried to fight against this incoherent reality, she gasped for the single breath she longed for to bring her back to some kind of existence. But instead of the easy passing air, icy cold water filled her lungs.
The pain was astronomical.
She could feel her very insides screaming as the iciness of the water pierced the soft, living tissue. Like shattered glass, it felt as though it was tearing away the very core of her being, not relieving it's ever growing torment on her already fragile body.
Then, a release.
The former pain that was causing her such hellish vexation, was alleviated. Instead it was replaced with a warmth, yet tainted with a feeling of unforgiving claustrophobia.
What had been the sudden existence of the icy liquid, was now a enclosed shell of pounding flesh, that of which was beating to the same rhythm of her own heart.
Or, was it hers that was beating with it…
For that moment, the current prison felt like a steady, consistent enclosure, before the relentless thrusts of what seemed like gravity, began to re-introduce the cruel lashings of pain.
Hitting a surface with a dull thud, the feeling slowly returned to her bruised, shattered, physical matter, which lay in a heap upon the stone floor.
A sharp inhalation was caught in the back of her throat as she finally achieved that life giving breath she had so desperately longed for and from where she lay, she looked up to the figure which had loosened it's grip; it's blurry form of existence being the last thing she saw before collapsing into unconsciousness.
Comments:
Basically, I have been out of touch from writing for a while and I would really like to get back into the swing of it, and to do so I have decided to write a number of drabbles. And, to give me inspiration, I have also chosen to use specific quotes and then write the drabbles accordingly, yet worked around the fictional characters, of the Harry Potter books.
This is also inspired by Plato's own vision of re-incarnation; or the passage of the soul
Hence - 'This current prision'
I hope you enjoy these, and of course any review and comments are more than appreciated.