I was dying, but had not realized it yet. All I could feel was pain. Merciless, piercing pain, tearing apart my soul, leaving just torn pieces behind. I wanted to shout, to cry. I needed someone to come and rescue me, to heal the wounds and make the pain go away. The conscience was steadily abandoning me. My thoughts weren’t clear anymore – they became words, and soon just letters, unrelated images and sounds.
I was aware of the tears in my eyes, the cold, the fear I was feeling. But they all became blurry. I couldn’t tell when it all began and how much time elapsed.

Suddenly, it all stopped. So sudden, that it made the end more painful than what I have felt up until then.
I was floating in abeyance, feeling countless cold pins flying past me.
My mind awakened bit by bit. I discovered my eyes were closed only when the effort of opening them made my body shudder. Or was it better saying ‘corpse’? I couldn’t figure out if I was dead already or if the fate was still playing its cruel game with me.

All I could see were the pins forming a cage tighter and tighter around me. When I thought they were going to stop, they stabbed with fury every inch of my body. My silent cries made them only rift my body with more power, with a ferocious pleasure. Blood filled my mouth, his bitter taste overwhelming me.

The small iron pins collapsed and my instinctive urge was to laugh, seeing them so fragile, so helpless.

But it seemed I wasn’t allowed any moment of rest, as an unseen presence embraced me. For only a brief moment, I could feel the agony disappear, its place being taken by a sluggish feeling of peace. Only for a brief moment. Then I felt how my skin was being peeled off. My nails were ripped off and my eyes were bloodshot.
I tried to run, to escape, but my hands were caught in chains.

All that remained was my heart. Still beating, it was the only evidence of my existence. All the sins hidden in it were more clear than ever. The arrogance, the greed, the rage, all built on past guilt, were burnt on it’s surface.

All that remained was the heart. That’s how the ghost was created. And it was let alone in the world, to wander for eternity.

*just tema la engleza, not some weird *cough cough* filthy fetish >:P *

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