"You're mine," It snarled in my ears.
Blood, blood was everywhere, black and crimson, it flooded through the black water, I tasted in in my mouth, salty and sickly sweet it choked through my nostrils and filled my lungs.
I gasped, choking through the current, I tried to move away.
Slow, hard breathing filled the water, the pounding of a single heart, it beat like a drum in the water, shaking the tide with each pound,
It was silent,
It was screaming with blood,
Not silence,
Silenced.
I twisted around, a sudden high ringing filling my ears, a high, keening sound of a wailing, sickly child.
My hands filled with mottled flesh and dark stained blades, it cut through my skin as my fists unconsciously squeezed against the rusted edges with surprise.
My blood, a vivid red, flowed out of my palms like red sand in a desert storm, it mixed with the crusty bits of hardened blood and rust floating around me.
I opened my mouth and screamed.
"Don't cry, don't cry," A thousand whispers corused, and icy, blue hands all shot out of the redness, all pulling me down, covering my every inch, they groped at my every free centimeter, all desperate for warmth, I could feel the brittle bones breaking in their fingers as they fixed onto me.
"PAUL!" I screamed.
And I was alone.
A ghostly white light sifted down through the black waters, and I turned to look up towards it.
White, like white petals strewn together with silk and lace, fanned out around pale, unmoving legs, like bloodless waxen doll limbs, it slowly sank down, further and further, that greenish-milky light fanning out around it like a halo.
It fell limply before me, until I could see arms, and a neck, and a bald, drained ashen skull. It's arms, emaciated and anemic, floated before it, towards me, its fingers stretched out towards my face. It's skull, still nodded down, colorless and translucent, I could see the blue veins spanning under it like a spidery pulsing web.
It's fingers touched mine, slowly, and I felt a jolt, but I could do nothing,
I choked in the water, struggling against my own body,
Which stood paralyzed.
Slowly, the head rose up on it's shoulders, bending back into it's own neck, it twisted, swiveling slowly…
The chin, finally, almost hardly at all at first, started to drift up, with the current, the water pulling it up, in by inch,
With a jolt,
Dark eyes opened,
Fringed with festering, filmy lashes-
Wide.
It was me.
That thing was-
I screamed until I choked on blood and salt,
And blackness claimed me.