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The drop, the water, the blood, the fear of death, my burning lungs, the rush of magic, the drop in magic, the final countdown, the regret, the first gasp of breath, the heartbreak.
The loneliness…dying alone…dying without a purpose…dying.
In that moment, my breath couldn’t leave my lungs. My body froze in sheer fright as my final blink changed my entire surroundings.
I was now sinking in the waters - not the ones of the lake, but in the frigid waters of the first place where I’d once almost lost my life.
And recently did lose my life.
There I was, sinking, and the crippling heaviness of helplessness contributed to my descent. No matter how I tried to reach the glowing surface above, I couldn’t make it.
I was only getting further away, my surroundings suddenly so cold that it felt like I’d become a block of ice in a few more seconds.
I sought warmth.
I needed to get a glimpse of affection one last time. One last touch. One last hug. One last kiss. I yearned for it down to my core, and I feared it would never come.
Darkness descended around me, and all I could do was stare upward at the tunnel of light that grew further away with every second. My fingertips craved its warmth, the rays a twinkling shade of cashmere, reminding me of a shining star above in a pitch-black sky.
I promised this could never happen again.
Yet it had.
The past had repeated itself.
And I knew the moment the light went off…so would I.
No one was coming to save me this time. I was on my own. I needed to survive the clutches of death by myself, but it was ironic that I suddenly remembered a glimpse of the past.
All those times I’d yearned to be saved when strapped to that metal table.
The chilling cold, the sizzling pain that electrocuted my body, the torture, and the endless agony were devastating to experience, but at the end of the day, I saved myself. I took the gun into my own hands and found my way to Viktor and Papa Dearest.
That night, the place that tortured me burned to the ground, not a speck of evidence left behind. It would be a shame if things…repeated themselves.
Wouldn’t it?
“Revenge.”
I stood in the darkness, a battered kid covered with wounds. I stared at myself that stood before me. She smiled sweetly at me, her eyes completely void and her body covered in markings that glowed an odd black that mimicked the energy of dark magic.
When our eyes locked, I couldn’t help but lift my hands up. She did the same until our hands pressed together, and for one moment, we were twin boys staring at one another, and the next, twin girls.
Her smile widened, and I felt like I needed to do the same until a giggle escaped her lips, which triggered mine. It sounded like a little boy.
We were switching genders every second, dancing between male and female, but it didn’t matter because whether we were boys or girls, we were the same.
I was the beginning of all the madness, and my counterpart…my alter ego of insanity would be the end of it all.
“Revenge.”
The word sounded so beautiful that I couldn’t help but agree with such a marvelous idea.
“Revenge.”
I vowed that this wouldn’t happen again, but it did…
So I lost it.
