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
Mask
I startled awake, my heart pounding with a profound sense of fear. A suffocating weight pressed down on my chest, forcing my breath into short, shallow gasps. My mind was foggy, and even though I managed to pry my eyes open, the world around me was a blur of unfamiliar colors and shapes. Sweat-soaked sheets clung to my skin, sending small, fiery tingles dancing through my nerves wherever they touched the sunpurge.
Panic seized me, my chest tightening painfully as something brushed against my hand. But then Elinore's familiar voice cut through the fog, soothing my frayed nerves.
"Shhh, it's alright. I'm here."
I gripped her hand tightly, my eyes squeezing shut. The only sounds in the room were the agitated swish of my tail against the sheets and the frantic rhythm of my own heartbeat. Gradually, the terror began to recede, my heart rate slowed, and I managed to take an uneasy breath.
"That's it," Elinore's voice was a gentle whisper, "Just breathe."