The light disturbed my vision as my eyelids slowly fluttered open. I had not acknowledged my survival, only to think I was knocking on the doors of death. I had awoken after a rough night. My memory remains distorted as I try to shape it together while I feel my body ache.
I knew I spent a rough night. I slowly moved my fingers, my legs and my head as I lay there on the floor. Everything was there. As I tried to raise my head a bit from the ground, I felt a severe pain rush down my back and a memory surge stroke me in the head. My memories were returning and the shuddering bloodshed that had occurred the previous night returned to me.
Day 3, I chant in my head.
Da da dim
Da dim
Da dim
Da da dim
Da dim
Dim
The humming returned to my head. I instantly teared up and felt the sorrow overwhelm me. It is my fault. She hummed and hummed, continuously since we've met. She had hummed at day, she had hummed at night.. It used to make me calm but now it makes me tremble in fear.
I felt the rush of anger control me as I painfully attempted to rise from the ground. I swayed over to my armour on the ground and leaned against the wall, wearing each piece separately. The hums shall forever haunt me until vengeance has been served. My days are counted and I must make the best of them.
My days are counted? No, they're not. Their days are counted. I need to live, I need to survive. It is my only hope to feel the vengeance and satisfaction. The thunderous storm shall never be forgotten and the shame will never be erased. How this had all happened will forever mark my memory and haunt me in my dreams.
This is not the place I knew anymore. As I glare at the rows and rows of seats, I glance at the broken podium. My rage has caused this and this must be my punishment. I am doomed on this floating island should I choose to keep things to myself.
Their faces appear in front of me, second by second, merely to remind me how my friends perished.
Because of me.
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