Chapter 30 The Awakening
Chapter Thirty
The Awakening
NORA
All I feel is darkness now. Nothing else exists.
The icy breath of death caresses my face, but my skin is immune to the chill, and my body doesn’t shiver.
I am numb. The cold doesn’t sting like the snowy winters I’m used to.
In this moment, it feels right, as if nothing will ever hurt me again.
No fear exists in my mind, just a sense of emptiness within.
My soul is lost to me. I’m not sure it exists any longer. Maybe it died as I did.
Death whispers my name, his soothing voice surrounding me like a blanket of velvety shadows, tempting me back to life.
I can’t face him. The moment I gazed into the darkness and it gazed back, I understood what it meant.
I belong to it…to him, eternally. Clutching me tight, his tender strokes against my cheek help distract from the thunderous flap of wings.
I won’t face him. I can’t escape and I know it, but I fear what he will look like.
I’m afraid I’ll like what I see, the darkness that stares back at me.
The still silence goes on and on, my mind eagerly clinging to it, reaching and begging for more.
The last few moments of my life I experienced a sense of freedom, as if an awakening I’ve secretly craved my whole life had arrived.
Maybe this is a gift. A dream. A never-ending fucking nightmare. I’m not sure of anything anymore.
I’ll need to face him soon. I’ll need to open my eyes, but confronting death will be difficult.
I haven’t gathered the courage just yet.
The darkness, the silence, and the chilling numbness are my escape from the pain of living in a nightmare for so long.
I’m no longer that girl I used to be, though, the one who was weak and broken.
I can feel the shift within myself. As the silent seconds tick by, a separation from who I once was and who I’ll now be continues on.
I willingly release those old, useless parts of myself.
Never again will I be that unbearable, helpless girl.
Darkness and shadows surround me as the cold, gentle hands of sweet death grip me and lift me into his arms. Melting into his touch, I let him take me, content on having an escape from my old life.
I prefer being here in the depths of eternal darkness over my mind being forced stuck in a constant loop of trauma and pain.
“Take me sweet death. I belong to you,” I whisper, and I feel his smile against my skin.
I am his.