Dream Web

“NO!” – two large headlights came in such a sudden.

I gave out a terrified scream; piercing through the endless loud horn across the distance.

*THUMP*

…a sudden blackout, and a shock moment of extreme pain.

I opened my eyes, searching through the dark tirelessly; in all pitch black, splattered with fear; as though hope never a thought….until my vision slowly regained, revealing the sight of my dislocated arm on the road – seeping with blood.

Agitated, I shivered and shook; as I tardily lifted myself up in a slow and confused manner, constantly looking towards the crowd amassed; people with disturbed looks on their faces, while some holding onto each other tight – a sight of chaotic mess.

There were many voices, many whispers, but none I knew of.

It was then that I saw, a body of a teenager, lying there helplessly in a pool of blood.

…….my body, there laid.

…..

I was…looking for someone, someone across the street. It all happened too fast. It all happened too fast.

“Hey I’m here, I’m here you all!” – “I am still alive! Why can’t you save me!?” – in anger and anguish I scorned the crowd. I felt so helpless; needles of pain and regrets started filling with remorse as I ran towards them.

I ran, tears always flowing behind me as I vigorously opened my hand to grab the crowd; in that very instance of touch I longed, its motion slowed to a halt – and saw my hand went through them.

“Why can’t you save me?! Why?!” …..”Why?!” – I gashed my teeth, with uncontrollable tears rolling down my cheeks as I cried and shouted.

The world that I once lived, the green grasses and the laughter of white skies that was once so close; is now a distance of past.

As though I could see, but no longer tell about it.
feel, not through my heart;
and hear, though it doesn’t matter anymore to understand;

These feelings of warmth touches,
are now but within the barriers of death.

…..

My soul was suddenly in a place near my family members, my house and my home.

I was looking at them, caressing their faces, whispering into their sleepless nights. Tears were the only comprehensible words spoken, as they knew death cannot fall apart.

… until one of them consulted the shamans.

Shamans revealed spirits that bring the wandering souls of the restless back into the world, through a pact of blood. Always hungry for flesh, they must be fed regularly to serve. However, it must be done within 7 days before the body fully decomposes.

…except for a myth that wasn’t mentioned; those who are summoned by these necromancers would no longer be themselves..instead of living the freedom once given by the Originator, these revived souls are bound to live solely by the blood of the deceased….and an eternity in blazing hell should they no longer receive.

Stubbornly, each night at 12am, blood taken from animals were offered on a plate, in front of a red altar near the tombs; unbeknownst to which spirit it may attract, hoping for my soul to return.

The place was reddish in color, one could clearly feel the evil spirits that lurk around. Dusts, debris and howling wind constantly moves, with an unmanning aura.

It was then I saw.. the faceless figures in hoods, dark and cold. They were tall; giving me a lifeless look, the very look of death itself that has come upon me.

Answering no questions; one of them raised their scythe and drew near me in utter silence. They are here…

….. I’m not coming back anymore.