#71 Quiet Despair (pt. 3)

Raining Tear Drops

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A/N- Another installment to this drabble. Like I said sorry for the dreariness.

I knew I was losing myself rapidly and was close to being gone. I no longer felt unhappy. I felt as if I were floating. I felt a pull though. At my soul. A warning. A wanting. I laughed at myself in the extremity of the darkness in my heart. I willingly took away myself but I felt obligation to the world I left behind. I could feel the warmth touch my body. It was as if it were lying next to me. Waiting for me to wake up. Telling me not to allow the darkness to consume me. If not for that I would already be gone. Even now I found myself wishing for that warmth. Wondering where it was that it has just chosen to show itself to me now when I no longer want it. It never wanted me until I was too far too gone in my mind.

But I would return if only to eradicate my curiosity. Slowly I let myself leave this place of weightlessness and back into the world of my nightmares.

Then I began to hear a voice. A voice that I knew but couldn't quite place.

"You will live. You just cannot die. Life would be so plain without you." It whispered to me. My heart clenched and I could feel the life flow into me.

I sucked in a haphazard choke of air and it burned in my lungs. I was shivering and my teeth chattering uncontrollably. I could not move nor make a word come out of my mouth. I felt a body clinging tightly to mine as if afraid to let me go. I didn't want it to either. Even if it was only for a little while and turned out to be the chaotic imagination of my startled brain. I tried to move closer to the warmth that covers my body. I felt the arms around my waist tighten and pull me nearer commending my unspoken plea.

I felt it snuggle and place a soft gesture upon my hair. Then I heard its reassuring voice once more. "Just hold on a bit longer." I would even now I could feel the trembling quiet down a bit. Even though it was minimal it was still an improvement. I was left to wonder who it was that could carry such a deep emotion for someone such as me. I knew it wouldn't be long before I found out.

Soon I heard a soft snoring coming just beyond my hearing. My rescuer of despair had fallen asleep. I could move little but I pained myself to turn just to catch even a glimpse of my hero. It hurt a lot and I could see the white flashing dangerously across my eyes. But I had to know who would care so much to do this. I felt the soft flesh of the person rubbing against mine. As I turned our legs became intertwined and tangled. I didn't mind my body grew all the warmer. When the light faded away from my vision I looked upon my hero's face for the first time.

I can't describe what I feel. I cannot even think. I cannot even move, for I am paralyzed by my discovery. My enemy. The one who has shared his spite for me more times that I can count. All I knew was that I had to get out leave.

Slowly I began to shimmy down out from his arms and beneath the covers. Seeking refuge away from his warm body. I kept moving until I felt my feet come from the covers and slip to the floor. When I came out, I noticed I was no longer in clothes and mine were nowhere to be found. I opened up the first drawer I could find and quickly put a shirt over my head. My face cringed when I bent my wrist and pain shot through my arm. I ignored it and started carelessly sifting through his other drawers to find a pair of boxers to wear. I found them and threw them on.

I walked numbly to the door making entirely too much noise. I couldn't feel my legs and I had to use the wall to support my body. Pain staggered through my body each time I slipped and caught myself upon the walls. I made it to the living room. I tossed the lock out of its position, turned the knob ruthlessly trying to escape. It was of no use the door stayed firmly in place. I turned and slumped against the door. I could never get out unnoticed. I am trapped in the home of my enemy and what is worse, he is standing some ten feet away, a sheet tied firmly around his waist, watching me struggle, watching me whimper, watching me cry.