Mystic by Dreoilin (primary phonics .txt) 📕

I feel crowded. It's too warm, and I'm suffocating from their closeness. With each contraction, they are pressed closer to me, cutting off my oxygen source. I can't move, I want to struggle, to thrash around to get some kind of room to breathe. But I can't.
Then the one on my right moves, she slides down, and away, and then the one to my right. But something else is pressing in around me, vaccuming my face, and body. I'm sliding down with every contraction, but it's not enough.
"It won't hurt anymore." The voice in my head is soft and loving.
The life I felt in my body feels gone. I feel empty, I don't desire to move, or to breathe. And then it's dark.
I awake to the most hideous face, of which I can't understand. I just know that it scares me. I cry, but all it does is smile. I want to scream, but I can't. My heart hurts from fear. It's cold, and it's so dark. I smell rot all around me. Moisture coats my face. What is this place?

Publication Date: 05-03-2012

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