03-07-2019, 04:14 PM
In those few moments--which truly felt closer to an eternity--she thought she was dead.
For a minute, there was only darkness, terrifying yet comforting all at the same time. It was peaceful. Then, just as she blinked, she was back in that place, back to where it all started. It only took her a split second to realize where she was, and a pit quickly formed in her stomach, dread so heavy settling inside her bones that she hoped it would make her sink into the floorboards.
But she simply stood, staring into the aged space, full of dust and cobwebs and the vaguely translucent form of someone she had seen before. Someone she had barely known before, despite being made from their own flesh and blood. The space around them was cold, dark, like the color had bled out of everything and left only bleakness in it's wake.
"How could you do this?"
West flinches when the words break the air, the soft sobs that occupied the air previously now gone, resorted to simple sniffling. She feels like she's encased in ice.
"No, no--why would you do this?"
She's scrambling for something to say, her tongue struggling behind her lips, but her mouth refuses to move, leaving her to stare wide-eyed at the other canine's back. Only now she realizes how similar their markings are, how they have the same dark stripe riding down their spine.
Then she's staring right into her face, her own mother's sorrowful expression, the true sadness behind her eyes only emphasized by the large gash in her throat and other injuries etched into her body that leaked dark red fluids. Her throat felt clogged and her eyes burned.
The floor under her creaks, then splinters as it gives way, plunging her back into darkness.
---
West wakes with a start, her whole body jolting and her eyes snapping open. The first thing she notices is the pain riding through her body, intense in her ribs. It's difficult to breathe without it hurting. But, more importantly, someone is pressed up against her and speaking. What are they saying? She can't make it out, her brain on overdrive.
"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice dark and slightly threatening, a simple warning to back off.
She can see the tears in the other's eyes, and even though she's puzzled, she doesn't ask.
For a minute, there was only darkness, terrifying yet comforting all at the same time. It was peaceful. Then, just as she blinked, she was back in that place, back to where it all started. It only took her a split second to realize where she was, and a pit quickly formed in her stomach, dread so heavy settling inside her bones that she hoped it would make her sink into the floorboards.
But she simply stood, staring into the aged space, full of dust and cobwebs and the vaguely translucent form of someone she had seen before. Someone she had barely known before, despite being made from their own flesh and blood. The space around them was cold, dark, like the color had bled out of everything and left only bleakness in it's wake.
"How could you do this?"
West flinches when the words break the air, the soft sobs that occupied the air previously now gone, resorted to simple sniffling. She feels like she's encased in ice.
"No, no--why would you do this?"
She's scrambling for something to say, her tongue struggling behind her lips, but her mouth refuses to move, leaving her to stare wide-eyed at the other canine's back. Only now she realizes how similar their markings are, how they have the same dark stripe riding down their spine.
Then she's staring right into her face, her own mother's sorrowful expression, the true sadness behind her eyes only emphasized by the large gash in her throat and other injuries etched into her body that leaked dark red fluids. Her throat felt clogged and her eyes burned.
The floor under her creaks, then splinters as it gives way, plunging her back into darkness.
---
West wakes with a start, her whole body jolting and her eyes snapping open. The first thing she notices is the pain riding through her body, intense in her ribs. It's difficult to breathe without it hurting. But, more importantly, someone is pressed up against her and speaking. What are they saying? She can't make it out, her brain on overdrive.
"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice dark and slightly threatening, a simple warning to back off.
She can see the tears in the other's eyes, and even though she's puzzled, she doesn't ask.