The first thing I noticed was cool air tingling my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body. The second thing I felt was cold water rushing in my ears as I threw my hands up in hope of catching something. Then there was pain that came with finally waking. Oh, it was agonizing. Pain blistered up and down my entire body, spiraling to every crevice of myself. My eyes snapped open but I immediately regretted it. A feeling of discomfort and sharp needles pierced through my skin.
Closing my eyes again to keep in a few steady breaths, I tried once more. This time, I was successful, I could keep my eyes open longer than a few seconds.
I moved, trying to get up. But it served as punishment as a strangled yelp left my lips. Pain exploded everywhere but I noticed where the pain was at most.
Abruptly it felt like I couldn't breathe anymore. There was a giant brick sitting on me, closing in on me, depriving me of oxygen. I risked a glance down at myself and this time, nothing was holding back the tears at what my eyes saw. My body was pale and battered. Scratches and blood marred every inch of my body, my feet throbbing with unbearable pain, few remnants of pebbles I ran over a few hours ago added a pile to my suffering.
Sparing a glance to my side, I erupted in sobs when I saw my slashed wrist. The blood flowed down in scarlet waves tinting the blue water.
Did I...did I succeed?
No. No, I couldn't be. Death wasn't that easy, despite the eternal beauty of it, I could never succeed. I could suffer, but never succeed. I inched my head to the side, as footsteps echoed in the empty house.
Empty.
My family was gone. My parents were gone. They didn't keep their promise.
I tried to scream but my head was underwater.
It hurt.
My vision started blurring, the water seeped through my nose, filling up my lungs, confining the walls of my body. I could faintly hear rushed footsteps. I tried to look but failed. The vice of change poisoned my mind, with shimmers of delusional flames. It was too close but with lethal aims of bowing to my desires.
A choked shriek left my mouth whilst cold fingers gripped my bare arms, my body jerked, a faint sob escaped my lips making me thrash in the hold. Strong arms were achingly wrapped around my body, providing me the warmth I so greedily desired. I couldn't remember when I was wrapped in a towel when I was laid on bed.
With uncleared vision, I tried to envision my rescuer, my savior when I didn't want to be saved. My breaths came out shallow, the water was too deep in my system. My neck strained and my eyes blinked away the haziness as I peered through my lashes towards my right.
I blinked my eyes more, rugged features greeted me. I jerked when an unfamiliar face came into view. I was feeling dizzy but that didn't restrain me from letting out a startled scream. My legs buckled up and I tried to pry his hands off me. My strength had worn out but I thrashed my legs in false hopes of getting away.
His rugged features twisted in a scowl as he growled at me. My eyes widened with the terror of being molested in my own home. My parents were right, without them I was nothing. It had been only a few hours of their demise and here I was, couldn't even help myself.
My heart shattered into millions.
I wanted to scream and cry for help but I had no one to call to.
He shackled my wrist in his hold and I hissed my burn as his nails dug into my slitted wound. Of course, God would punish me for the sins I had done.
He pushed me against the mattresses, and my head bounced off the bed, lack of blood made black spots spot my vision. I struggled to get up to run, but the strange man was on me before I could. He seized my wrist in his and something warm was pressed against my skin.
I hissed as it slightly burned but gradually the feeling was replaced with treading sensations of glacial touch.
My body had started to get tired and the lack of blood in my system made me weak. Cold familiar numbness spread through my body. The feeling of losing someone. The feeling of defeat. The feeling that protected me when my body understood I stood no chance. I cried silently, to the loss of my parents and loss of myself. If I let him do whatever he wants, it would end sooner and it would painless.
When I again glanced his way, my heart skipped several beats. His warm tongue was pressed against the slit I had created on my wrist. Eyes closed as he opened his mouth and sucked harder, I felt the suctioned pull in my veins as I stared wide-eyed at him. The rise and fall of his throat clarified that he was sucking on my blood.