The Burning
I thought I was dying but this is too painful. I was burning. Every part of me wanted to explode. My body tried to reject the pain but it was overpowering. I was sucked in by the blackness again and again…
It felt like one million daggers were being stabbed into my heart, hit by a bus, punched by Emmett and being eaten alive all at the same time. I was paralyzed with pain. It felt like I was lying here in pain for hours. I felt myself slipping with nothing to hold onto. No! I had to survive. I just had to hold on.
It was uncomfortable now, much too hot. I felt like I was five-hundred degrees and on fire. I wanted to scream and beg him to kill me. But I couldn't find my voice or any other part of my body for that matter. I could only feel my heart burning.
I wished I could have embraced the darkness. Now, I just wanted to claw out my heart. I would do anything just to get rid of this torture. I soon realized it wasn't the darkness holding me down it was my body. The burning flames spread throughout my body.
HELP ME!
SAVE ME!
KILL ME NOW!
I wanted to scream. I knew if I unlocked my teeth I would most definitely scream. Of course, I couldn't do anything. Will it ever end? What was going to happen to me?
I could hear voices now. A woman's melodic voice and a deep alto voice but, these voices were not the ones that I wanted to hear. They were close enough, so I could feel their breath on my face. At that moment, the burning started to dull into warmth like the warmth of the sun on a warm summer day. This was nice. Peaceful. Death is peaceful. Life is harder. Now, my question is, if I'm dead why am I hearing voices?
I guess if you're mental when you're alive you're more mental when you're dead.
"Still no change?"
"Nope….."
"Her heart stopped beating. She should be waking up soon."
"She's beautiful…"
"Remember, you're mine."
I heard a loud thud. My guess is she punched him. I giggled. It was a surprise to hear my voice with such clarity. My giggle was a musical melody.
My eyes opened to see the new world.