The Void Mirror (Chapter 14)

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I groan from the pain of the constant torcher i bestowed upon myself in my dreams last night. I stretch and stand up, Meg is already awake. Sitting a few feet in front of me. Watching me. Dissecting my intentions and expressions as I sleep. Right when I lock Eyes with her.

"How could you! How could you talk me into this. This Idea. This decision we are sitting in the middle of time and space suffering alone. Because of you! I watched my dad cry over my buried body all night! I listened to him whimper and say he wish he was dead. I heard him wish I never met you. Well I wish I never did too. You caused all this pain in the hearts in everyone and dragged me into this irreversible mess."

By this moment meg is ripping jars from the tree and throwing them at me. Watching them explode and burst into colors and butterflies as she chants she wished I never existed. It doesn't even hurt anymore. I am numb of all emotion. I just let her take out her anger upon me. I do deserve it. I cannot sleep sound either in this place.

She keeps pacing and ripping chunks of her own hair out of her head in frustration. She is clawing at her eyes and face trying to draw blood to transpire the emotional pain for physical pain. Her lungs are breaking from her complete despair. She can't even stand. just kneeling in the field crying ripping the tall grass out and pounding the ground.

I am silent. Silently broken. Watching with no emotion. I care and understand her motives but I have nothing to say to really change the outcome of this situation. She is broken, I am broken. Its obvious we cannot be broken together.

She is shrieking so loud and flailing in rage I swear the whole valley is echoing in her cries. I should try to comfort her. I know I cannot so I let it go. I care deeply for this girl. But I am the reason she is hear.

She come towards me to strike me with a stick she shoe found in in here path of commotion and agony. She is looking at me right in the eyes. She is feral and I want her to strike me. I deserve it. Every inch of pain spilled from my body I deserve. She is towering over me. I am kneeling against the tree. I can not see past her she is inches from me. With the intent to kill. Or to inflict heavy damage. Her eyes are glowing orange. The bended light is reflecting her emotions. all I see is her and her will to inflict pain. Right as she swings. The unthinkable happens.

An arm grabs her stick she planned to bludgeon me with. I see blood spilled as it splatters all over me. Its Megans blood. Its spraying like a cracked faucet from her neck witch was inflicted by a knife. It is obviously a killing blow. The orange in her eyes fades and she falls beside me.

Masked men grab me and detain me. They are wearing leather bandanna looking face masks along with leather hoods. They are in full black fitted leather armor. A flash of blinding light caused by one of them takes away my vision completely. They throw some type of bag over my head and bludgeon me knocking me unconscious. I really did not even have time to react to all the commotion. at first I wasn't even sure if it were real. I didn't think people existed in this place. Now Meg.... Megan is dead...

I awake chained in a cold concrete cell. Nobody is here. I am alone its lit by a few torches on the wall. The walls are old and rugged and look like they were carved by hand to fit in place of the architectural design and creating my new prison. The floor is damp and cold. I am stripped of cloths. I have steel braces along my feet and hands. a horse truffle filled with stagnant water and a few rotten tomato's as food. on a wooden plate.

I have no will to eat or drink. I am just lost. Gone. No more sanity left in me. Megan gone from not one life but two dimensions. I seem to find myself having hallucinations speaking to her as if she is next to me only to realize she was never there. I have extreme dementia. I am officially crazy. No motivation to move on. or even breathe. I Try to suffercate myself by holding my breathe for as long as I can. But no matter how many times I try I fail and end up just gasping for air and coughing heavily. I am entombed, isolated and I now am afraid to admit that all sanity has left with my freedom.