Demented State of Existence
by Shayna Miklas
(Naples, Florida, U.S.A.)
I am currently writing a book: this is only a few paragraphs, please email me at: smiklas6atgmail.com if you want to know more.
There was blood everywhere. A violent spray of vermillion disgrace that would entrance any passer-by. The sickening pain overtook every cell in my body, a wretched stabbing agony that was so strong it almost numbed all of my other senses. All sound around me magnified into unrecognizable ringing, like being submerged in running water with a siren blaring. Like a rushing wind so strong that you can?t hear yourself think. A coldness overtook me and I couldn't stop shaking. It was in that moment that I realized that I couldn't move my legs. Horrified, I tried frantically to remember what happened, but couldn't. I tried to glance around to see where I was, but all I could see was the twisted remains of a motorcycle. Mine? How did I get here? It looked like a child?s toy that had been stomped on and ripped apart in the middle of a tantrum. At second glance, all I could see was dark branches of pine trees and the cool, cloudy, night sky, staring vigil above. The dark clouds were so entrancing, so dizzying, they were making me want to fall asleep and just forget about the terrifying scene surrounding me. I started to drift away into nothingness.
Then, out of nowhere, I heard a voice. A grating, deep voice that made me feel at ease. "Just relax. You will soon hurt no more, it will all just be over." Through the darkness and fog, these huge, blaring green eyes stared down at me. At my crumpled form and disheveled appearance. I couldn't make out his profile only the green eyes and long, black hair. I screamed, ?I don?t want it to be over!? But he ignored me and rushed at me. I was attacked suddenly by a strength I have never known. I tried with all of my might to escape his cold, hard as steel arms, but it was useless. My legs would not cooperate, I couldn't move. Trapped , I lay there terrified, not sure of what to do, or of what he was going to do. I screamed, 'Help me! Help me please!" Then he started laughing at me, an evil prologue of his atrocity. "Where do you think your going? I'm not through with you! Who do you think is going to help you. Jesus? God? I don't think so! We are in the middle of nowhere. You wrecked your bike, look at you. You can?t even move. You are paralyzed and half of your bodily juices are leaking out all over the pavement. What a beautiful sight. A feast for the eyes, perfect prey and not a soul around to help. So that means I have you all to myself. Face it, you now belong to me!?
He pinned me down and I screamed as I felt the sharp, searing pain of his teeth severing my carotid artery. The burning agony became entrancing, and all I could see was those evil, green eyes glaring at me so deeply, it felt like he was going to drill a hole through my brain. His long hair was suffocating my face in the stench of death and decay. I couldn't move, no matter how hard I tried. I felt him pick me up and I hung from his arms like a lifeless rag doll. The smell of copper made me nauseous, especially knowing that I was the source. I could feel my heart flutter in my chest, like a petrified butterfly that knows its fate being chased by a bird. A strong dizziness crept up on me so fast, that I felt like I was falling into a dark, abysmal void of nothingness. I struggled trying to breathe and retain what little shred of conciseness I had left, but it was a losing battle. Then, suddenly I was thrown down and I fell crumpled to the floor. My senses buzzing through my oxygen deprived brain. I lay there with a pulsating ache from when my head hit the ground. I couldn't move at all. Oh, god, am I breathing? Am I dying? I glanced around for my cruel attacker, petrified and confused.
Through my darkening vision I saw two shadows attacking each other a few feet away from me. The punching and grunting sounds were frightening. A loud ripping sound and then a tormented scream emanated, followed by a wet dripping sound. Suddenly, a different man with long, black hair with red highlights in it approached me. Standing over my dying form, he held in his hands a human heart, that was oozing blood everywhere. It was a terrible sight. He just stood there, standing over me, holding this disgusting organ dripping a dark, red mess through his long, white fingers. He laughed suddenly and said, "I don't think he will be bothering you anymore." I tried to speak, it was so difficult to catch my breath, the dizziness was getting worse. I felt like I was just floating in the ocean, or flying through all time and space. Everything just became numb. I couldn't feel my body anymore, like I was just a spirit trying to wander out of my human form. Just coldness attacking me, shivers seized my body.
"Who are you", I managed to whisper. "My name is Trent. Just relax, that guy is dead, and I won't hurt you. But you are dying and I need you to trust me. I want to assist you. There is no time to waste, you will be dead in two minutes if you don?t let me help you.? My breathing was almost nonexistent. I wanted to speak, and ask him what he meant but I started to black out. I could still hear him but I could not communicate. "Gionna, do you want to live?" he asked in a concerned whisper. I managed to nod my head before the darkness overcame me.
I awoke in the arms of this stranger, with his wrist shoved in my mouth. A sickening sludge of coppery revulsion dripping down my throat, from the deep gash he had made in his wrist. I broke free from his hold on me and pushed away. He gently placed me on the ground and said, ?Calm down, I?m trying to help you.? I looked up at him totally mesmerized in awe and fear. ?Am I alive or am I dead?? Who are you?,? I asked in fear. ?You will learn who I am soon enough, just relax, you are still dying, you need to drink some more, you are far to weak still to survive.,? he said.
I tried to stand up to get away from this strange person, but my legs wouldn't cooperate. I managed a kneeling position. I felt all wobbly, weak, and dizzy, seeing stars dance around my field of vision. The sensation started to get worse and I felt myself fall to the floor gasping for breath. A violent, electrifying pain ran down my spine, causing me to arch my back, and scream in agony. My stomach started to ache like it never has before, a burning, twisting, that hurt worse than anything I ever felt. Suddenly I couldn't breathe. My throat started to close up. I panicked, and writhed around, unable to speak. He climbed on top of me, and held me down. His blue eyes stared deeply into mine, and I felt the world start to slip away into a hazy calmness. I could not look away from his beautiful eyes. He started talking to me but I could not make out what he was saying.
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