It was hard to place one foot after the other. My entire being screamed to do otherwise. I was shaking uncontrollably with the urge to turn around and run. But I couldn't. This was probably my only chance. This would probably be my only brief respite between insanity.
Slowly, I grabbed the door and opened it. I stared inside, half expecting to be killed that very second. I stood in the doorway, waiting for that second to come.
I finally came to the eye-opening realization that I wasn't going to be killed by standing in the doorway. I stepped inside.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god.... I looked around. I didn't see any of the other members at the moment. I went to take another step when something tugged on the hem of my robe.
I looked down. It was Finnick, one of my heartless. His round, yellow eyes were brimmed with sorrow. He tugged again, pleading for me not to go.
I bent down and picked him up, hugging him. I didn't want to either. I didn't want to die.
When I opened my eyes he had sulked off, and I was left alone in the castle again. Carefully, I crept further in.
I knew as soon as another member saw me, I was dead. I took extra precaution not to be seen anywhere any sane person would go.
Apparently though, I had gotten too confident. All I heard was "MAX!?" before everything went black.
It was a fitful unconsciousness. And as soon as I saw Xemnas looming into my view, I knew it would be worse than fitful. It would be a nightmare.
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