PRELUDE
My body felt so undeniably cold, so foreign to me, and out of my control.
Tlo leaned down to my ear, "How does it feel? You feel cold and sick with yourself… Now get up!" Her foot connected with my side and I coughed up more blood. This was not how I was supposed to end, how she was supposed to end.
"Why me?" I pleaded trying to pull myself up on my bloody, weak twigs that I called my arms.
"Because you wretched thing should be burned alive!" She cackled throwing her head backwards, coffee hair falling off her shoulders.
"Yet why give into Him?" I was now almost gasping for the very breath that kept me alive, my head down but spinning. At that moment I heard her move to crouch down next to me, outstretching a hand to my chin. Forcing my head upwards my gaze met hers. Her sickly cat green, blue eyes that bore so many years of torture.
"You'll have yours Dimidium!" She retracted upwards out of my sight; I was left there then. On the ground of the forest to fend off what ever may come for me.
I made it for the first night, alone and with no disturbances; the creatures of the night, animal or otherwise not brave enough to inch towards my shaking body. It made me want to cry out in terror of just what was going to happen to me. I thought of my brother.
I thought of my other half.
But Death Never Came For Me…