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You’re a Fighter
Aurora
Peace.Itfeelssopeaceful in here.
And calm. It feels calm. I didn’t know such places existed. Isn’t there something I’m supposed to do? Is there somewhere I’m supposed to be?
Nothing.
Not a single thought filters through my mind only blank, white thoughts.
My mind…it feels weightless.
I’ve felt weightless before.
When? Where?
Weightless, flying, cold, wet…
A drop of water falls onto the blank canvas in front of me. I tilt my head, studying it but what I want is to touch it.
I shouldn’t touch the canvas, I think as the tips of my fingers already move forward, inching closer and closer to that one, single drop.I shouldn’t touch it.
It’s calling out to me. It wants me to touch it, but somewhere deep within, I know I shouldn’t.
But my fingers graze against the wetness. Warm. It feels…warm.
I withdraw, turning them around…red. They are red.
My eyes snap to the perfect, peaceful white canvas only to find it tarnished. Red. I find it red.
The blood oozing from that one drop on it. Sliding down until it pools at my feet.
But…but…where is it coming from? Why is there blood? There shouldn’t be blood.
The dead don’t bleed.
And I am.
Dead, that is. I am.
But then where is this blood coming from? Who is it coming from?
My baby…
My mouth fills with the metallic taste. The blood is everywhere. It’s everywhere. It’s going to take him!
No! No, no, no! We made a deal! We made a deal! No one could take him! NO! I won’t allow it.
You’re a fighter!The voice, once familiar and not, surrounds me and the blood I’m covered in.
I’ve heard it before. I’ve sensed it. Its presence that is. It’s large and it wants to swallow me whole.
Should I let it? What does it want from me?
You’re a fighter, it repeats again and again. The words are growing stronger, deeper, warmer.
