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Like a twisting spiral, falling endlessly into a bottomless pit of an unknown hell. You are trapped and unable to scream for fear is wrapped around your throat like a foreboding noose. And when the sound is finally ripped from your throat...it is too late. You are either dying or dead. The breath is slowly being squeezed from your lungs as if in the antagonizing death grip of a malicious serpent, whose one joy in life is to torture your soul until you can stand it no longer. You feel as if you are losing your mind and senses. You can't control the feeling and a part of you doesn't want to. Pain is welcomed and is almost needed to survive day to day. Your heart tells you, swearing to you that you are the only one, while your mind promises you that there is no one that can help you, that you will never be sane again.
The serpent's hold tightens as you gasp for breath and the beast seems to grow stronger as it smells your fear. You are doomed and you can't find a hope in your lonely hell. Your world turns dark and almost lifeless and the life that is there might as well die for all it is, is boring and unhappy. Colors seem to disappear, vanishing from your sight. You world is now only black and white. Feelings that you feel are unexplained and frustrate you further and the people you loved and once loved you back are pushed away because they no longer understand you. Those who do stay, those who try to understand bombard you with unanswerable questions. You want to tell them, you want to explain but you are not able. The serpent squeezes a little tighter every time you open your mouth, so the answers are never spoken and those you have stayed leave. The spiral grows narrow and you fear you may fall off. Your world grows even darker and you can no longer tell which way is up. You're suffocating in the serpent’s clutches and you can't find away out. This is it. This is the end. You're not dying, you're dead. I walked out of my room and into the small room we were using as a type of study. It’s where we had set up the computer so we could get our missions. Duo was in the room at the time and I found him reading up on the mission we had just received. He looked to be in deep concentration and I really didn’t want to disturb him with something so insignificant. But I was too late and he looked up before I could read the door to leave. Suddenly, this wasn’t such a good idea. “Hey, Quat, what’s up?” He asked with that God of Death grin. I knew I looked a mess and I knew he noticed that something was wrong. He waited patiently. The boy who everyone thinks is so energetic and who has a short attention span waited quietly while I struggled to find the right words. Before I said a word though, I handed him the gun that I clutched in a deadly grip. “I couldn’t do it.” I whispered breathlessly. “Duo, I really think I need to talk to someone.” ~Owari~ |
