Those last chapters were just the quiet before the storm. *cracks knuckles* ... LET THE GAMES BEGIN!
Chapter Seventeen
Apparently I was asleep. Things seemed real, but something was off. Something wasn't quite right. I had experienced this before. False reality. Sometimes it feels so real, I have no idea if I'm awake یا not until I wake up.
I hesitantly put my hand on the درخت تنے, ٹرنک beside me. It felt warm. Something started oozing down my hand, and I pulled it back quickly. Blood. I've seen so much of it these past days. I felt sick.
I ran over to a bush, clutching my stomach. مزید warmth. I held up my hand to eye-level and saw that there was even مزید blood. I looked down at what I was wearing. That black dress again. Except this time it was covered in blood. I glanced back at my hand. Not an inch of skin was visible underneath the red liquid. I looked up at the landscape, expecting the worst.
Everyone again. Everyone I know. Dead. Why? Why do I keep having these dreams? I heard rustling and turned.
“How could you? How could you?!” Dennis cried at me. He held Daze in his arms. Her white tee-shirt was soaked in her own blood.
“I didn't do anything! Dennis, I didn't!” I pleaded.
“Then who's blood is that?!” He stood up and tugged on my dress, splattering his glasses. “Who blood is that on your dress?! Who's blood is on that KNIFE, Zana? How could you?! TELL ME!”
I looked down and saw that I was holding a چھری in my left hand. My left wrist was sprinkled with specks of blood.
“Zana....” گلبہار, گل داؤدی کہا weakly. She looked me straight in the eyes. Hatred. Hatred filled hers. Hatred and betrayal.
No! I didn't do this! I didn't stab my own sister! I couldn't! I COULDN'T!! I gripped my temple and backed away from them. I couldn't look at them. Then, I heard a bit of music. It was faint. Very faint. Not wanting to stay اگلے to the twins, I followed the sound of the موسیقی at سب, سب سے اوپر speed. My feet crushed dried leaves and twigs, splashing through puddles of substances that I really didn't want to know what they were. I couldn't take it. I almost tripped a few times, over things I didn't want to see. As I raced on, the موسیقی got louder. I still didn't know what song it was.
At last, I came to the source. A cell phone. The screen was cracked, and half the insides were now out, but it was playing a video.
It was that time. That silly time when we all had sang.
It was taunting me. دکھانا me that had let my guard down. That time, when we had ALL let our guards down. Taunting me...
I stepped down. Hard. Right on the screen. A gust of wind blew the leaves of the trees. The موسیقی did not stop.
“One دن too late....”
I screamed and fell to my knees. The combination of the smell of blood, the wind carrying the scent of dead things to my nose, and the pain on my foot and دل was too much. I can't take it! I felt as if I was falling again. No. No! I'm not going to fall to the depths again! Never. I'd rather die a million times than be lost to the world again, still alive, but not being able to do anything. I picked up a leaf and crunched it in my fist. It turned to blood.
“Why me...?” I started sobbing. Behind my lids, I saw the world darken. But it was always dark. Always pitch black. Forever falling into the darkness. That's what I was. No mortal یا immortal could save me. Silly. There's no such thing as an immortal. That's just a fairytale. A story. A story from someone's imagination. Myths and legends. Hah. Nothing is real. Everything is gone. It's gone. Reality is no longer an option. Why must this repeat over and over again? Only for me. These dreams. No, not dreams. Nightmares. The days of sweet dreams are gone. There's no escaping it. Bloody nightmares replace everything I came to know. Delusions. Rainbows. Unicorns. Flowers. Pretty things. All delusions. This is real. Blood. Dirt. Death. Cold bodies, laying lifeless in the grass. Help. Someone help me. Before I go completely under...
Chapter Seventeen
Apparently I was asleep. Things seemed real, but something was off. Something wasn't quite right. I had experienced this before. False reality. Sometimes it feels so real, I have no idea if I'm awake یا not until I wake up.
I hesitantly put my hand on the درخت تنے, ٹرنک beside me. It felt warm. Something started oozing down my hand, and I pulled it back quickly. Blood. I've seen so much of it these past days. I felt sick.
I ran over to a bush, clutching my stomach. مزید warmth. I held up my hand to eye-level and saw that there was even مزید blood. I looked down at what I was wearing. That black dress again. Except this time it was covered in blood. I glanced back at my hand. Not an inch of skin was visible underneath the red liquid. I looked up at the landscape, expecting the worst.
Everyone again. Everyone I know. Dead. Why? Why do I keep having these dreams? I heard rustling and turned.
“How could you? How could you?!” Dennis cried at me. He held Daze in his arms. Her white tee-shirt was soaked in her own blood.
“I didn't do anything! Dennis, I didn't!” I pleaded.
“Then who's blood is that?!” He stood up and tugged on my dress, splattering his glasses. “Who blood is that on your dress?! Who's blood is on that KNIFE, Zana? How could you?! TELL ME!”
I looked down and saw that I was holding a چھری in my left hand. My left wrist was sprinkled with specks of blood.
“Zana....” گلبہار, گل داؤدی کہا weakly. She looked me straight in the eyes. Hatred. Hatred filled hers. Hatred and betrayal.
No! I didn't do this! I didn't stab my own sister! I couldn't! I COULDN'T!! I gripped my temple and backed away from them. I couldn't look at them. Then, I heard a bit of music. It was faint. Very faint. Not wanting to stay اگلے to the twins, I followed the sound of the موسیقی at سب, سب سے اوپر speed. My feet crushed dried leaves and twigs, splashing through puddles of substances that I really didn't want to know what they were. I couldn't take it. I almost tripped a few times, over things I didn't want to see. As I raced on, the موسیقی got louder. I still didn't know what song it was.
At last, I came to the source. A cell phone. The screen was cracked, and half the insides were now out, but it was playing a video.
It was that time. That silly time when we all had sang.
It was taunting me. دکھانا me that had let my guard down. That time, when we had ALL let our guards down. Taunting me...
I stepped down. Hard. Right on the screen. A gust of wind blew the leaves of the trees. The موسیقی did not stop.
“One دن too late....”
I screamed and fell to my knees. The combination of the smell of blood, the wind carrying the scent of dead things to my nose, and the pain on my foot and دل was too much. I can't take it! I felt as if I was falling again. No. No! I'm not going to fall to the depths again! Never. I'd rather die a million times than be lost to the world again, still alive, but not being able to do anything. I picked up a leaf and crunched it in my fist. It turned to blood.
“Why me...?” I started sobbing. Behind my lids, I saw the world darken. But it was always dark. Always pitch black. Forever falling into the darkness. That's what I was. No mortal یا immortal could save me. Silly. There's no such thing as an immortal. That's just a fairytale. A story. A story from someone's imagination. Myths and legends. Hah. Nothing is real. Everything is gone. It's gone. Reality is no longer an option. Why must this repeat over and over again? Only for me. These dreams. No, not dreams. Nightmares. The days of sweet dreams are gone. There's no escaping it. Bloody nightmares replace everything I came to know. Delusions. Rainbows. Unicorns. Flowers. Pretty things. All delusions. This is real. Blood. Dirt. Death. Cold bodies, laying lifeless in the grass. Help. Someone help me. Before I go completely under...