Darkness surrounds me, mixed with burning and screaming from every part of me. I'm floating but at the same time, I'm falling. I feel nothing, yet everything all at the same time.
Am I breathing? I don't know. If I am, I can't feel the air in my lungs. I can't feel the beating of my heart. All I can feel is fire. And it hurts, it hurts so much.
Is this what passing over feels like? Is this the cold grip of death that I feel? I certainly don't feel cold. Far from it. The invisible flames scorch my...I want to say skin, but if I'm dead, then souls have no skin. But whatever I have is being incinerated. And I can feel every moment of it. Every brutal lick of the blaze.
If this is death, I don't want it.
Suddenly, faces flash in front of my eyes. Mark. Danny. Rina. Doctors. All looking very scared. Their eyes empty, yet so full of emotion. How is that even possible? I look at them all, willing myself to push forward to find them, but I can't. They just hover in front of me, haunting me. Oh god, please. Let me get to them. I love them all so much...
But there's one face I can't see. Why can't my mind conjure up his image?
I try so hard to search for his face, swim all different ways in my mind to try and find him. But he isn't here. He stays hidden from me. I try to scream, but my mouth doesn't work. Of course it wouldn't. I'm dead. The dead don't scream.
I need him. He gives me the strength to fight. Without him, I might as well be dead. If I could find him, maybe I could get out of here.
Harder and harder I try, but nothing seems to happen. And as time goes on, I start to give in to the darkness. I lose my motivation, and start feeling very comfortable in this hell I'm in. Even the pain stops causing me hassle and becomes a part of this new existence of mine. I could stay here forever, and never hurt again...
But I feel something. I'm not imagining this. A sensation cuts through the pain. A soft, gentle touch against my cheek. But I don't have a cheek. I'm dead. The dead don't have bodies.
“Please...”
His voice echoes through my mind and I realise that I cannot be dead. Not yet. I'm sure as hell close to it, but he's here. He's with me.
“Please. Come back. Oh God. Come back.”
This is it. This is what I needed. The fire stops it's burning, the darkness begins to fade. I can feel myself fighting. I'm fighting for him. I will live for him.
“Come back.”
I'm coming.
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I crash back into the land of the living. My eyes fly open as I gasp, body arching off the bed that I've found myself on. Hospital. I must be in hospital. And I'm alive. I'm alive!
I notice that there is a figure stood at my side, but I can't see who it is. My vision is so blurry. But whoever it is makes me feel safe. I have an overwhelming need for them to hold me. Tell me that it's going to be okay. I need that more than anything in the world right now.
I reach out to them, desperate for their touch. I can't see their expression, but I know it can't be good seeing as they haven't moved. I whimper, my hands shaking. I just need them. I don't know who they are, but they're here. I need them.
I see their hand lift up. I can sense the hesitation as they slowly move to meet my hand. I feel electricity as our fingers meet and I smile. There's only one person that makes me feel like this...
“Glen,” I sigh as I entwine our fingers.
The figure doesn't answer, or if he does, then I can't see him do it. But I know it's him. I know it's my Glen.
