The sensation that bore through me, had gone and was never replaced leaving just a vast cavern unfilled. I began to do what all creatures have programmed into their minds their basic instinct to move and be free. One foot after the other getting quicker and quicker. At a sprint now, like a cheetah learning to run, then it went wrong. I was thrown by the ground into a roll. I picked my self up, I stared in to the space grasping for someone to care that I had fallen. A silent childish laugher tore through me. I could not hear it but feel it closing in and suffocating me down to my last sane thought. It released me; I breathed deeply regaining my sanity slowly. But it was clawed away again by that child that played games with my mind. It told me by touch that I did not exist, I did not know anything, and I am just a small inconvenient being.
I fell to my knees gripping my head. Tearing my hair out as the silent child plays more of its games. Picking bits of my open conscience to torture and devour like a nightmare vulture. It would not leave me just taunt me with its superior position and power. It moved further it to my body, causing me incredible pain in my chest. I scratched at my chest try to remove while the presence still laughed at my pain. It mocks me on how simple I was that I could feel pain.
It plummeted me into a pool of dark, pictures were flashed through my head of a man’s life; his first kiss, his first wife, his first child, his first parent’s death. But something was wrong with all of them; all the good memories were polluted as the people he loved were screaming in the same intolerable pain that he was in and they all started to split apart, flooding the scene with blood that covered him. But one picture was not screaming, just laughing at him at his weakness for the loved ones.
I shouted and shouted “Stop this now. STOP IT!” But my mouth did not move or make a sound. The only sound was the awful silence that had been haunting me.
Then it came; the sudden realisation that that man was me. I grabbed at the pictures trying to stop what was happening, trying to prevent that disturbing thing I was seeing from actually happening. But I could not; my hand just passed straight through the pictures only blurring them for a second. Then they stopped; my mind in shreds from what I had seen, the disgusting pictures of my life gone. Still the evil childish presence chuckled to itself silently. It told me that I was even more pathetic after what it had seen of my human emotions. Then it left me with its final words “Watch this.”
I woke to bright light and men and women crowded round me in bluish green clothes and face masks, calling out numbers and readings.
“His heart rate is dropping”
“Save him please!” said a screechy voice
“Get her out of here NOW!”
“His heart rate is still falling”
“NOOO DON’T LET HIM DIE!”
“I SAID GET HER OUT OF HERE!”
Everyone there was oblivious to the fact that I was awake. I looked at my body to see men pulling out bits of shiny metal from my stomach and chest. I was calm and cool. Then someone burst in.
“Hello doctor what can I do to help”
“Umm start pulling bullets out of his stomach………. who are you “
“My name is Michaels”
I was shouting at the doctor to get him out of here but he did not notice. He was the one. He had that voice of silence.
He pulled something out of his apron; a reaper black gun. The next thing I knew was that everyone other person was dead including the woman who had been screaming; my heart throbbed for her .
Michaels spoke in that childish tone of grim joy. Then out the gun to my head and said “Die bastard”
I woke again in a place unknown where the voice broke its silence for the second time.
“I knew you would like it”
It giggled into the silence.
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