2. Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Raena
B lack.
Inky-black darkness bleeds through my consciousness, distorting my mind until my stomach rolls and coils with nausea.
Where am I?
My eyes feel heavy– too heavy to even try to force them open to answer my own question. Dread pools in my stomach, swirling around with the bile that’s rising higher and higher with every slow thump of my heart.
Unlike my eyes, my body feels light as a feather– floating weightlessly somewhere between light and dark.
Life…and death.
Am I dead?
Is this what death feels like?
If this is death, it's quite uncomfortable if you ask me. I always imagined it to be more peaceful. On my darkest days, I envisioned it relieving me of the pain– the trauma and loss. The consequences of other people's actions smother me– like a boulder of decisions I didn’t make sitting heavy on my chest.
This doesn’t feel peaceful, though.
What happened?
Sifting through the haze clouding my mind, I try to grasp onto a memory– any memory, but nothing comes through clearly. It’s like trying to grasp at smoke. The second I connect with it, it dissipates into vapor, leaving nothing in its wake but more smoke.
My heart beats slowly– slower than it should, considering I don’t know what the fuck is going on right now.
Maybe that should worry me, but it just…doesn’t. The familiar flutter of anxious energy isn’t thrumming through my veins.
Everything in my mind moves in slow motion, but I can’t comprehend anything other than the darkness.
Only darkness.