THE STRIKE
My heart told me to do something i thought i would never do, but my brain took the command seriously. I tried to take control, but it was almost impossible, with my thoughts in command; i walked to the place of rest and hunger, along with slight words in between, but i wasn't after any of those things, i was after something very sly and thin.
I held the very creature in my hands, it's painful jaws ready to take action and take a mouthful out of my skin.
But before i made a move, i stopped, and thought to myself, is the pain from others really worth this much movement in reality and in fantasy?
But then, my heart took me to the land of my horrible memories. The torture i went through, the suffering others caused me, the aches i got when i wasn't good enough, then my heart made me move quickly with no effort or feeling, and the creature had a huge helping of my flesh.
I could feel the new river of the red, thick, glossy liquid slowly drifting down my arm. I could feel the creature release itself from my neck; instantly my eyes started to flicker, they were starting to shut down, along with the rest of my soul, mind, and my cold, worthless heart that made me do such a horrible thing to myself. My mind was right; it wasn't worth it; But it was too late.
My body started to fall down onto the floor, out of breath, thought, and feeling in my entire body. Then i started drifting over a strange world, a world with two parts, one with lights so bright it can blind you; and underneath the light was a blackness so dark all you could see was hell itself. I am scared of the dark, and i'm blinded by light, but both at the same time makes the perfect place for me. Then i started falling back again, back to earth, back to my house, back to my home, i was now back to where i belonged. But then i remembered, i still had to live with torture.