Fallen Angel

Chapter Twelve

But here I was, in the dark unknown, with a pair of eyes watching me in the distance. Invisible to my sight, but I couldn't fight the heavy feeling of them on me. I knew I should attempt to escape from wherever I was. Growing anxious from whatever joined me here in the dark, I knew I needed to find a way to escape. Their presence, whoever it was, felt almost hypnotic. Almost controlling. I couldn't simply close my eyes and wish to leave. To hope that when I opened them again, I'd be in the comfort of my room. Better yet, Basileia. That when I opened my eyes again, I'd be with Ash or Jaqueline. Someone I knew I could trust and comfort me. But wishing powers seemed to be a bit rusty, as when I opened my eyes again, I was still trapped in the cold, dark room.

I was too weak to fight with whoever else was here with me. Their presence was much for powerful than mine. So I simply let the defeat take over, feeling their energy grow stronger as I do. Like a parasite, feeding off my energy to make themselves stronger. It was draining, but what was I to do? I couldn't escape, I was stuck here until they wanted me gone. Until they go their point across, whatever that may be. I hated it. I hated feeling helpless. Feeling like I needed someone to rescue me whenever something went wrong in my life, but how was I going to fight back in a situation like this?

I was struggling to find the will to stand at this point. I knew it was my fault. To willingly let them take everything from me. But it was the only thing I could think to do. Maybe if they felt like I wasn't a threat, they would make themselves known. Tell me who they were. I had theories as to who the stranger maybe, but with that thought crossing my mind, I couldn't fight the chill running up my spine.

Their presence seemed so strong, so dominant, I knew it would be useless to challenge them. Especially with all my energy depleting from my body. They were making it nearly impossible to stand. I tried to keep myself up but felt myself losing that fight as well. I couldn't see the black dots clouding my vision, but I didn't need to, but I knew they were already there. What was happening to me? I didn't feel like I was suffocating. Nothing felt physically wrong with me, but I felt so dizzy. So weak. It was stupid for me to give in to whoever was here, but how could they take so much from me? So much, until I had nothing left. I didn't think I could fight with myself much longer. Seeming near impossible to stay standing, I felt my knees hit the cold, stone floor below me. Once I hit the floor, I didn't even have the strength to sit up anymore. Collapsing to the ground, I couldn't help but feel like someone was pushing me down. My body felt so heavy. I couldn't help but question how I was able to hold it up for so long.

I thought I was finally reaching the end of this nightmare. Hoping that I would soon finally be able to wake up from the nightmare I found myself in, but I couldn't have been more wrong. I couldn't even find the strength to hold myself anymore, having no other option but to lay on the stone-cold floor. Shortly after, a piercing ringing sound filled my head. The sound caused pain to course through my body. It was so high-pitched, almost resembling the sound of someone's screams. Wincing at the thought, I couldn't help but wonder if the stranger was trying to get a message across. If that was the case, what did this all mean? I could hardly think the sound filling my head, let alone, find a way to ask for an explanation.

I just wanted this to all end. I couldn't take it anymore. Hoping that they could hear the pleads in my head, but even that couldn't save me. Every thought that crossed my mind seemed to be drowned out by the screams. What did it all mean? Why couldn't they just tell me what they wanted from me? Why did I have to suffer for an answer? That's if I would even get an answer once this all came to an end. If it came to end, that is. So there I lay, withering in pain, hoping this would all be over soon. I wanted nothing more than to wake up. I'd give anything to open my eyes and be back in my room than to be trapped in this nightmare a moment longer.