Give me back my light!

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CHAPTER 66 - GIVE ME BACK MY LIGHT!

I heard voices around me. I ... wasn't quite sure where I was, but I could hear voices around me, pretty animated voice, as if people were fighting and-wait, why am I talking in English? What ... what is going on?

I felt myself being pulled, as if there were something that had gripped my hand and just wouldn't let go. I think I've felt this before. There was another time when I felt something pulling me, but it was only a tiny moment, quicker than a shooting star, then everything was dark again. Now it's ... that same pulling, I could feel it again, but this time it was stronger.

I think I heard prayers. Somebody was praying, but I couldn't tell who. Why is my mind set on English anyways? Then again, why do I ...

"È forte." Somebody said. "La mia bimba è forte, ce la farà." That was ... Italian, right? I think they said something about a child being strong enough to pull through. It was a male voice, I think, while a female one kept praying and praying and praying. It was like a litany amongst the ruckus that other people were making.

I distinctively heard three more voices aside from the first two ones, but I had no idea what were they saying. Who are all these people anyways? Why was I surrounded by all these people? And why couldn't I open my eyes? It felt like my eyelids were glued to each other, I just couldn't move them, nor could I move the rest of my body. I felt like I was floating on air.

Out of the blue I heard a deafening, shrieking sound, like ... glasses breaking. What the hell was going on? Were people seriously brawling? And why? I couldn't understand what was all the commotion about. People fighting, others praying, what was the reason for all this chaos?

When I heard a loud thud, something like a door being violently slammed, I felt pulled again, this time so much harsher that, had I been able to move, I'd have probably lost my balance or downright fallen over. It felt as if I'd been jolted out of a bed or something, as if that door being slammed shut had tugged on a chord tucked deep beneath my ribs and, consequently, I'd been pulled with it. And the oddest thing, it ... hurt.

It hurt. As if that chord had been tugged too harshly and, consequently, I started bleeding. I think I recall reading a novel of this sort. About a chord that, upon being tugged, bled out the two people at the opposite ends of said chord. I'm not sure why I felt that applied to me, though.

Moreover, because that chord was being tugged, I felt ... I don't know, dizzier, and I kept on intermittently seeing dark again. I don't want to go back to that darkness, it was ... cold and lonely and frightening. Yet I was being hurled into it again. I kept hearing those prayers and those reassuring words, but they didn't seem to be enough. The harsher that chord was being pulled, the faster I plunged back into darkness, until, once again, it enveloped me whole.

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A sudden shock ran through me. There it was again, that tugging. This time it was stronger, so much stronger that I felt overwhelmed. It felt as if somebody had taken my hand to forcefully drag me out of the murky waters I've been trapped into all this time.

"I don't have much time." Someone said in the distance, like a far away echo. "I would fight it, but it would be counterproductive, I would end up losing you for good." The more words I heard, the harder the tugging was, yet I was still trapped in that horrible darkness. "I just wanna tell you I'm here. I'm always here. Maybe not physically, because they're all against me now, but I'm always here with you, baby. Always." What ... something warm grazed my skin, something halfway between hot breath and warm tears, or maybe both.

"They're right to keep me away, I know that, but ... maybe I'm a fool, but I wanna hear it from your lips. That what they say on your behalf is true, I wanna hear it from your lips. Only then I'll rest my heart at peace." Talk about confusing statements. Who are they? And why are they right?

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