Sorry guys, college hit me hard. Don't worry about That's Not My Name. I am working on it with all my heart and soul.

So if you've ever heard/played Fatal Frame I think you may like this. I just recently got into Fatal Frame and the storyline gave me a brilliant idea.

Let me know what you think, please, okay?

Two people out of my line of vision grabbed my wrists. My legs were swiped out from underneath me by a quick and powerful blow. The sickening sensation of being airborne rose in my chest before the stone ground slammed into my back. My lungs tightened, leaving me gasping weakly for air. A voice in the back of my mind pounded against my skull but the words were ignored, lost in the numb feeling that slowly took over me and my mentality. My limbs were being pinned to the ground with unnecessary force, I hadn't the slightest of whether or not I should struggle. Maybe I am already struggling, I feel my limbs being pushed down like my captors' lives depended on it. My curiosity isn't strong enough to will my eyes to gaze upon the faces of the people that occupied the room. I caught bantam glimpses of those who were hold me out of the corners of my eyes. Are they children?

The cold, gray ceiling above me became my focal point. The ground pulsed beneath me as a strange chant began, echoing in the cave. I can hear metal clashing against metal in sync with the rhythm.

I had waited. I'm still waiting for them to come like they promised. I'm waiting for you to come lead me, my soul, back home. Show me that my blood still runs through these veins and that I have not died and gone to Hell to be in the care of these fuckers.

Sleep, they tell me. Close my eyes and lie in peace. My skin burns as though my body is on fire but I do not cry out. Something rough yet sharp is being pressed into my hands and I feel a similar pressure on my my feet. It doesn't trigger an alarm in my mind so I'm not worried. Odd as it may be, I feel rather apathetic to this danger. I'm more concerned with the tall figure towering menacingly over me. His face is shadowed, making his facial features indistinguishable, but he is not unfamiliar to me. I know very well who this person is and they know who I am. We go way back.

I didn't want to come back. I wanted to live on and forget this place, never to set eyes on it again. I thought it was possible. I wanted to stay where the wind didn't whisper its candy coated lies to me, brushing my face and tempting me so. I didn't want to be condemned.

The figure knelt down upon my torso, making it even more difficult to breathe as I tried to remain as calm as possible in front of him. In front of the world. He placed one knee on either side of my chest, settling himself. I could hear him breathing as he drew closer. His placid face came into view as gelid fingers curled around my neck, pressing on my throat. I matched his heavy eyes, trying to read his expression, to see what he was feeling and/or thinking. He remained emotionless and indifferent. Unfazed. I felt put off and. . . disappointed? The pressure on my hands and feet increased and the beat began to speed up.

I had a question for the world, but there was not an answer to be found no matter where I searched. I gradually became nothing from the prolonged lack of a response.

And then I met you. You pulled me out of the nothing I had become. You gave me a moment to be real, to feel as though I actually belonged somewhere in this populace. Something to feel beyond this small world of constant death and suffering.

I believed I could overcome my past. All of your accomplishments of the proclaimed impossible made it seem conceivable for me to overcome my own fears and achieve my own goals. I could face the wrong and make it right. I could do what I wanted to live for. As the bond between us grew I became so confident I could overcome any obstacle, as long as I had my "family" to back me up and cheer me on. Your dreams were as crazy as mine if not more. All of you. You opened up my eyes and gave me permission to dream. A chance to live how I wanted to live.

The crowd of faceless priests watched on, chanting endlessly in unison. Soft voices, belonging to those who held me, called me to sleep. My eyelids grow heavy and I permit them to shut. I no longer want to gaze upon the cold eyes of the face before me as their grip around my neck slowly tightens. My life is hanging by a single thread. I am on the edge of a cliff and yet. . . Am I panicking?
This isn't my fault. It's not my fault. Get me out of here please.

Four hammers are raised and sharp pains radiate from my pinned limbs yet it doesn't register in my mind that something may possibly be wrong here. The idea is there but it isn't coming across, I don't feel the urge to panic or worry. Yet. The hands tighten around my throat until the force cuts off my airway. The hammering continues, each pound reverberates through my bones and shakes me. The chanting grows faster and louder as does my heartbeat. I feel my reflex to struggle kick in as I tried to move my hand, to reach up and touch the other, but my appendage doesn't move. It can't.

Does anyone wish that I were alive?

I see the sun under closed lids and I want it, to touch what I cannot feel. I can almost feel that ocean breeze on my face and I yearn for it like never before. It is the true freedom I want, to sail those seas again and forget this. I want to feel the water between my fingers and not that warm, sticky fluid that is now running down my hands. I want to see the sky. I want to feel my heartbeat rush at the first sign of danger. I want to feel. . . alive.

I can do nothing but wait in the dark. I await the for promise that was made to me to be kept. Even though. . . I feel as though it is too late. Too lost to be saved.

What am I doing here??
I want to die, the terrible feeling of being worth nothing is so great. I just want to die. I want to stop feeling. I do not want to be here, pinned to this stone floor. I don't want to be sacrificed to carry the burden of other humans' pain and grief. I would rather have just my pain and my pain alone. I want it to remain my pain, untouched by others and for no one to know. No one to burden or hurt with. I'll take my sorrows and hide them away, scatter them so their sense is naught.

I turned my head away the best I could, briefly shifting the grip and weight on my throat. The stakes that had been driven through my hands and feet were slowly ebbing the pain away and beckoning me into a deep slumber that I do not want to submit to. Not yet. Not ever. I do not want to become one of the lifeless bodies that are scattered about me in too large of a number. They have all suffered the same sad fate. Now they are forever trapped in an eternity of sleep, never to be disturbed. Never to see the festering skin reflected in their eyes.

I have to wait for them. I will not break my promise to wait for them for they promised to help me in my time of need. I will hold true to my word as I know they will hold to theirs. My hope is all I have left. Please don't take that away from me.

My head aches as my lungs begin to scream for air but I still don't struggle. Why do I not feel then need to battle to live? I cannot put up a fight. My body does not respond to my commands to strive to live. Has my body died?

I wanted to be with you forever. I'd give up everything just to find you again. To feel that rush of living again.

Light pierces my eye lids, interrupting my thoughts and replacing them with one cognitive content: it isn't the blue purity light of the candles, it's much different. It's much more welcoming and warm on my skin.

I allow my eyes to crack open a pinch in spite of the fact that I know should not tease myself in such a way.

There, in the far wall to my right, a few of the rocks had come dislodged during the ritual, revealing a perfect window to the outside world. I can see the sun rising over the beautiful blue sea. A new day. I can almost hear the ocean waves lapping the shore, feel the breeze ruffling my hair.

My world was beginning to grow black just as I spotted something on the horizon of pink, yellow, and purple.

Something floating on the surface, far out at sea. Calm as the waves as it sailed away towards the sun to a brighter future. A ship.

I can feel the reality around me beginning to collapse before I even begin to understand what is happening. The chamber was gone with its bodies of never decaying flesh. Priests and their staffs were silenced as the lullaby ceases to ring in my ears. I feel as though there is nothing around me. Nothing for support. Nothing to keep on holding to this refuge that I so hastily built in order to protect myself.

My vision is blurring in and out of focus but there's no mistaking it. That is a ship. A ship I recognize.

"I won't let you die. We'll get through this together. I promise."

Horror and panic like I have never felt before has clutched me. My breath is catching in my chest. It hurts. I've never felt this kind of fear. Maybe only twice in my life, a long time ago, when I was young. . . But. . . Never have I felt it with this twist of abandonment. It's like. . .I'm dying alone. I'm losing control. I can't lose control. Not now. . .

This fake world I built around me is crumbling. It is withering away and then it's gone right before my very eyes. It feels like this Limbo that people are always talking about, always fretting over getting stuck in, hovering in nothingness. About to break. About to snap.

Promise.

Can't you see I'm falling an endless fall?

I'm falling. Falling into the reality that I never knew existed.

That's a lie. I've lied to myself. The worst thing I could ever do but it's for my own piece of mind. It is a reality I know well. But it is a reality that I never thought in which they, who I cherish most, would or could exist in.

Or have I been lying to myself about that as well? Did I really not suspect them to ever exist in this horrible reality? Or did I just not want to believe they could exist in it??

The reality that I have been betrayed.

"I promise."

A sharp pang in my chest, my heart is filling, swelling with sorrow before an icy hand seizes and consumes it without hesitation. A glacial band forms, but even beneath that frost I can still feel my heart weeping. Bleeding.

My mind is overrun with anger at nothing in particular, but at everything that is existing around me. The realization that I have been left to die alone struck a chord in me and gave birth to such anguish I did not know I could feel. That anguish quickly twisted into vengeance and bloomed throughout my body like a creeping vine of roses. Each blossoming with a more dangerous red hue than the next. I feel nothing but frigid venom coursing through my veins as the only warmth left within me is shed through my eyes.

I gave my heart to you. You were my salvation.

Now, as I lay, I'm dying. Screaming that you'll return to me, my salvation.

Or did you forget me?

You were the one who saw through me, you read me like an open book. Now are you just going to place me back on the shelf without letting me finish my story? You violated and broke my barriers so easily, like a warm knife through butter. You pried deeper and dared to ask what I was feeling, now are you throwing that away? Are you throwing me away?

The ship is still sailing forth. Away from me. Away from my grasp. Taking my freedom with it. My dream. My life.

Don't let me die here.

You've left me without thought. Without voice.

Can't you see me bleeding? I'm losing control.

My vision is fading to black as senseless hatred is taking over me. Red is tinting my vision. Strands of darkness overtake my eyes, obscuring my vision. I think it has spread.

A feeling that I have never felt towards you ever before is rising inside of me. I feel the same with all of you. It seems odd that I should feel this way, but I cannot deny it. I cannot deny what I feel. Now so close to death. It's new, and it's intriguing. . . It's. . . thrilling.

I hate you.

Somebody is screaming. Is it me? Is it somebody else?? I hear. . . more than one. I think I am screaming as well. I don't know. I've passed out of cognizance now. The world around me seems so unreal and I have never felt such hatred before towards anyone or anything. The manor. The inhabitants. Them. . .

A name. A name has escaped my lips and is ringing in cavern, echoing off the stony walls in an ominous fashion. A name I shall never forget.

I long to die now. At the same time I do not want to cease to exist. I never wanted to die to begin with, but I can no longer live on bearing this pain, this agonizing pain that's eating away at me from the inside. It taints my soul and corrupts my mind. I do not want to live with this misery in my life, not if there is no one there beside me who will help bear the encumbrance. This weight crushes me even now, as I try to carry it by myself. I wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone.

I watch as the ship on the horizon, the Thousand Sunny, suddenly blends into the hues of the sunrise, disappearing from my sight. As the day bore anew, the world receded before my eyes in a fantastic whirlwind of color and emotions that one should never feel upon drawing their last breath.

That was so angst-ridden I could slap myself.

Who, oh, who could it be?

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