***Yes, I left my old comments on the re-posting***
Thank you very much to the two people who reviewed my story, Ziggy Pasta and imaxgoxgnomgnomxonxya, reviews were much appreciated!!! Hope you enjoy this next chapter of Endless, I would have put on a second chapter last night but my computer got a virus and it's been giving me a hard time, anyways, enjoy!
The nightmares were endless, chasing him from one dream to the next.
Sleep was no longer the warm haven it had once been, no longer an escape from the horribly painful existence he lived, but a cold confinement, a prison within the very boundaries of his
mind.
The pain that coursed through his broken body was endless, even within the artificial sleep that the doctor had smothered him with, his body was in tune with all around him. Every thin
needle being poked through his skin, the contents running like ice through his veins; every tube being shoved down his throat, pumping an unknown liquid into his stomach; every knife
gliding along his skin, like a skate, taking to ice for the first time.
Inside, he screamed, begging for the pain to stop, shrieking and clawing at the walls of his consciousness, begging them to rise, to claw out of the ocean of darkness, black as Indian ink
that he resided in.
But, his attempts were futile, and he remained in the ocean, drowning, sputtering, struggling for breath, screaming for someone to take his hand and bring him into the light, but no one
did.
For once, he had only one path. There was no fork, no option to join the Lifestream's fatal, but welcoming hold, just a path into darkness, where there shone no light at the end, no hope,
only a promise.
A promise of more pain, more tragedy, only adding to the monotonous pile of which he'd already suffered.
For once, he regretted not choosing the path that would've taken him to the Lifestream all of the times before, where at that moment, he would not exist, where nothing would exist, only
warmth.
At that moment, he heard voices.
They reminded him of those he'd heard on the truck. Droning on and on, like a broken record, doomed to replay for all eternity. For hours, he listened to the endless noise. It would not
stop, and seemed to close in on him, getting louder and louder, thudding in his ears until nothing else existed except for the pain. The noise scared him; it panicked him, driving him almost
to the point of insanity.
He wished only for it to stop, to cease and leave him alone, even it meant he would lie in silence with the pain throbbing in his ears instead of the voices, but even then, he believed he
could be more or less content.
He screamed at the voices, but they only became louder.
They were closing in, smothering him until he could not breathe, filling him with the continuing throb, until they filled every sense, and finally, exploded.
All was silent, and finally, Cloud woke.
Sorry this was so short, but I don't have a lot of time. I'm not very happy with this chapter and I'll probably rewrite it, as I did rush a little and know I shouldn't have~ Anyways, tell me what you think :)
Lucifer