Walking The Plank
11-13-2015, 08:14 PM
This was it. He was done for. Even the clutches of hell were dragging at his skin, his body warming up bit by bit. The claws of the Demons poking and prodding at his face. Goodbye cruel world! He could feel the faint warmth seep into his skin, the light pecking of something on his face. If he was going to hell for some reason, it felt oddly gentle. Maybe...maybe he wasn't going to die. The rubbing sensation of a tongue on his body felt like the way momma did it. Was...was she here. A voice unknown to him kissed his ears, calling him back. Slowly, lids fluttered open but it would not change what he could see...or couldn't see. Darkness was still very much his world. Even death couldn't change that.
Suddenly, he felt something rise in his throat. The boy lurched up as the water he had inhaled surged up and out. When he was done, his head fell back to the ground as his sides heaved with the gulps of air he was taking in. His lungs burned, his legs felt stiff. But it felt good yet painful to still be alive. The rushing water had washed off the scent of his family, his own scent waterlogged. His senses were still numb, unable to properly smell anything quite yet. "M-momma?" His voice fell raspy and weak. |
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