The Forsaken Hero
I closed my eyes and let out a shuddering breath. My fingers were numb and cold, my arm aching where the needle pierced the vein. Something clattered onto the pavement, and I looked down to see the needle. It had slipped out of my hand. Nothingness swirled around me, bringing the first sense of peace I'd felt in my short, miserable life. There was no one to miss me, and no one I would miss. There's always someone else to beat or rape. The regulars would move on quickly. I died. Only...wasn't death supposed to be dark? And since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY
Between Memories
A distant pulse of warmth washed over me, driving deep into the lethargy of my soul. It came again a second later, calling gently from the darkness, and my consciousness resurfaced. Had I died?
I came to surrounded by darkness, drifting through the utter blackness of fate. It took a moment before I realized I hadn't actually died and was drifting in the darkness that proceeded a vision. My soul continued to pulse, feeling far away and distant, as was my body. Even if I wanted to, I lacked the strength to will the vision to end and awaken.