The Perks Of Being A Book Addict discussion
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I rack my brain for the answer, but it's not there. Obviously I'm looking in the wrong place...
Where am I? WHO am I? This is too bizarre to be funny...
Or maybe too funny to be bizarre. One thing is for sure, this is no time to be playing word games.
Or is it? On the edge of my mind is a feeling that tells me words are going to be very important.
...How did she get away from me? I search the forest, but see nothing but foliage and two squirrels chasing each other. I need to find her - must find her...
Then again, words may not be necessary. My mind is jumbled, confusion is setting in. The words are escaping me now. I'll have to find another way.
but WHY? why can't I remember anything? ok focus what did she say...
Slowly taking in her surroundings she realizes she's in some kind of cave. Why the HELL am I in a cave...? she thinks. Time to find a way out...
It would have been easier to find a way out, if I knew how I got here in the first place.
I feel heat rising through my body. It started from my toes and slowly moves up my whole body. I want to scream; and yet my voice will not obey.
A shadow appears, and the shadow alone overpowers me. Fear is consuming me now, as my eyes search frantically for a way out.
The shadow grows bigger and bigger as whatever it is comes round the corner...
I feel the need to run, but my feet are frozen to the ground, betraying me.
why can't I move? why can't I think? There has to be a way out of this nightmare...
And just as the certainty to death-- horrible and protracted death-- the shadow speaks. "What are you doing in here?"
"Me?,what could you possibly want from me?"
"I am Melina. I was told you were the one who could help me find my mother. Her name is Katrina Romane."
''Katrina ... mmm yes I recall someone called Katrina. She was special, so very special . She was the one who...''
"I was looking for...she knows something. I cannot remember, but I must find her."
And then a peculiar thought occurred to me. "Wait a minute, how did you know I was down here, in this cave? I mean, I don't even know how I got down here, so how did you find me?"
Does it really matter how I found you? Is it not more important that I did. If I hadn't who knows how long you would have been in here for.
A wicked laugh echoed throughout the cave. Silence. There must be another within these cave walls or was it simply her imagination?
Either way they needed to get out. "You found me somehow, so I'm assuming you can lead us out of here. Let's go."
I travel blindly behind the shadow, occasionally tripping as I hurried to follow the sound of his feet. My mind keeps racing, looking for answers I can't give it. I try to put them aside, and focus on keeping pace with the shadow.
Yet I can't help but wonder at what I was doing. Following a shadow into the unknown... I must be crazy.
Memories, arisen from their buried grave, flooded my being. I stood frozen with disbelieve and fear as the shadowed figure turned and reached for me.
It had been so long since they'd seen one another. It didn't matter. She knew this face as well as her own.
"Katrina's daughter, are you not?" he smiled at me then he looked towards the shadow. Shock was displayed on his face. "I see you made a freind." he say. I bite my lip. "To the tatarus!" The Doctor shouts.
"WHAT...WHY!!" I screamed,"Doctor, NO , please, anywhere but there...". "MUAHAHA. Oh my dear," with a cruel, deep evil laugh, "you are the key opening the gates to key to Tartarean pit and thus the only on who can release the soul of..."
"Tarterous to teach the world about pain. No one fathoms the beauty of pain, it has been diluted by the incompetency of the human race. They will soon learn..." he trailed off into silence as a cold shiver crept up my spine.
"Sweet heart.."I hear from the distance. It's her. The voice that wakes me up every morning, the voice that comforts me when I think all is lost, the voice that could drive me up walls but at the end of the day have me in a fit of laughter. It's....
gone everything is gone the people, the noises, the fear. It's just me, alone in the darkness. Was I dreaming? have I not left this place yet? has no one come to find me?
I felt a cushiony surface under me. My pillow.
no, not my pillow.of course not.its a body.a cold, dead one...
I touch the face of the dead one gently. "Oh, what happened to you?" I whisper, trembling. "What happened to us?" His eyes are distant, his lips half open as if death gripped him mid-sentence. A single teardrop runs down from my eye and moistures his bowtie. He used to call himself The Doctor.
Suddenly hands grab me from behind, a rough palm clamping down hard on my mouth. I struggle against the strong grasp, clawing franctically at the hand when a soft whisper sends a shiver down my spine. "Whoever you are, you shouldn't be here ?"
The tattered palms swing me around, and I gaze transfixed at the twisted, tortured souls of the occupants of Tarterous! Green bile spurts from their withered bodies as...
creature scavenge their rotting meat. I have to get out of here. Am i still in the cave?
Suddenly, it's pitch black. I can't see anything.
I sit alone in the darkness waiting for a resolution to the madness that's surrounded me...
Why me? What have I ever done to deserve this? Could this mean the end of me or is it just the beginning...............
"Why am I just sitting here in the dark, feeling sorry for myself?" I wonder as open my eyes. "I *don't* deserve this and this isn't the end. I'll find a way, there's always a way."
I carefully start to feel around in the darkness.
Suddenly I pull my hand back in horror!! Is that coldness or wetness?? I cannot tell, nor do I want to know.
Oh my God its wetness! Guys, I'm freaking out!
If my life ends now I want everyone to know it was my fault that...
My husband killed himself in the most horrific way,I couldn't stop him, I tried so hard
But he was done if I could relive that moment I would
....This is wrong. Something is so very, very wrong here. How did this happen?..