Black with sin
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This is pure crap, but I'm too lazy to rewrite it all Undecided 300+


It was all black as a snowless winter night. She had been by the borders and now she was lying by a pike with a head again, but it was not the same place. Her body felt heavier than a mountain, and she was pushed down into soft earth and concentrated on her breath; wondering how she could be alive when she was so rapidly sinking through the world. Something had happened – she knew that much, but exactly what was the one worded question echoing through her clearing head again and again and again. A tight ball of shock and nausea was placed at the pit of her stomach and as blood rushed to her brain and helped separate reality from that strange, black unconsciousness, she prayed that it would not unleash before she had regained control over her body.

An annoying buzz pulsed in waves into her ears and she tried to push her still audits back against her skull in a worthless attempt to block the strange noise out. Could she somehow have dozen off? She reached for explanations; tried to flee from the panic that was becoming more prominent as her mind cleared. Where was she and why could she not move? The sound was increasing in strength and she recognized her own name drifting in-between her own climbing heart pace and the rush of blood waddling in her oversized ears. She struggled against the impossible weight immobilizing her body. For some moments it seemed useless, but when she found her limbs and her muscles she let the climbing panic pump adrenaline freely through her veins and she fought the weight of unconsciousness madly.

Eyelids fluttered and revealed two ruby slits, but there was nothing to see but that same darkness. She was blind. She wanted to scream for help, but the dry sound whistling through her throat held no more strength than the faintest of whispers. She was not alone though, and the voice seemed real. Her blind gaze tried to find the source and she could feel control slowly return to her body, but not quick enough. Something really bad had happened, because it felt like her whole body was on fire; aching and throbbing with invisible wounds.

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