Original

Power surged through my body, waking every nerve-ending and pulsing through me like fire in my veins. My heart beat fluttered and faltered as I looked up at the shadows. They are here… with me… in the dark. Above the bed, above me. I looked at the abysmal figures that were taunting me, their sadistic language ringing in my ears. Then silence. Silence… growing louder, mocking me! The solitude can be treacherous enough, but silence... chiming in with an electroweak force, killed the feeling of life within me. I cowered beneath my covers and sunk into the depths of my comforter, hiding my body and shielding my eyes from the darkness. One shadow caressed my cheek, gliding its form slow enough to send stabbing shivers through my being. The other shadow clawed at my stomach, and I felt my skin shredding as it dug deeper. I was screaming now… no, wait… that wasn’t me, that was another. The victim. The shadow made me remember my offense… and I felt the guilt. I deserve these shadows, I deserve the darkness. I could no longer breathe, couldn’t think… I was about to cease existing. The second shadow moved away from my slashed torso, to my eyes. Eyes were the only pure part of me left. I could read the shadow’s thoughts; it’s bewilderment at the transparent splendor. I was the only person who kept their true eyes after The End. My soul was the only one that remained, for my world was of demons. The selfish folly of mankind attracted the shadows from the departed cosmos. The burning! My eyes caught flame staring into the everlasting oblivion of the shadow. My soul… It was leaving me. The shadow was enchanting my only essence of identity with its beautiful language of mesmerizing melodies like that of a siren call. A piercing jolt raged through my heart as the first shadow returned to me and shrieked an ephemeral, frantic howl. Hopelessness…. My death. I was freezing while needles were attacking me with numbness. I have to... No! I can’t... I can’t make it. My consciousness was fleeting. Deep breath… Run! Running from the bed, running to the door… I could sense the shadows chase me. There was no door, only wall. An infinite wall… No way out. I was stuck with the shadows. My fists pounded against the barricade with my entire valor and vigor… The bones were crushed and pain seared through my hands. Then… the shadows. They wrapped themselves around me, constricting me of life, of thought, of faith. A shadow slashed my neck, and the blood trickled down my spine, down the small of my back. Curse the wall… the damned wall… I scraped at it mercilessly with my nails, clinging on while the shadows sucked away my spirit and stole my vitality. I felt something rough; something emerging out of the plainness of the wall. It felt like... A switch? I pressed down. Click. Everything went blank.