you… me…
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This scene feels all too familiar. My eyes are tightly shut. I cover my chest as it burns this memory deep into my mind. A dead man would scream if he felt this. My heart's still beating.
The delirium has worn off now and I'm left curled up on cold tiles stained with my own fluids. Yet, I feel no different. I can't feel vast strength nor immense astra. I just feel quite alone.
I pick myself up. My head feels distant from my body but I don't have much time to waste; I must know what I've gained. My feet swim through the pool of crimson I've left behind. As I drag my feet along the floor, my legs falter and buckle. This was too much. I was too hasty.
The sigil comes later: I need to recover. Using my arms, I drag my tired body across the cold hard floor onto the wooden planks of the bedroom and finally to the foot of the bed. As I attempt to scale the furniture, my bloodied grip weakens and I fall back onto the floor. I gasp for air. I'm scared. Like a turtle retreating to its shell, I roll myself under the bed.
I lay there for a while. Curled in a ball. My body sticks to the floor. The only wish I have right now is for time to pass by quicker.
Knock knock
Please just leave.
Please go away.
Knock knock
My hands start to seize as I retract more and reach to cover my ears from banging. I can feel each bead of sweat dripping down my face and I can hear them dropping onto the floor like rain.
Knock knock
Just leave me alone.
Please