Back Into The Void

Shattered glass was shot out of my lenses and hope flooded in like a drain through my eyes. The donna had brought me hope, life, a reason to be here in the first place, something the void had taken away from me. The donna was an eminent woman with all proficiency anyone could ever ask for, the voice of a seal; cute and cuddly, the eyes of only heaven glaring down through her, her personality was generations ahead of life. As soon as the void lost grasp of me and I made it out, the donna disappeared and I was pushed back into the void.

Spectral play, dotted laughs, chiming claps were all attacking me in the void, ravaging my poor shell like onion skin. The void pulled and contracted my limbs like pure painstaking panic. Nothing measures up to the pain of the void, not even the first time, I was now going back into the void.

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Deep searing pain hitting my heart like a thousand knives digging deeper and deeper. Blood spurting out like broken lakes from my arteries and veins, blocking my throat from oxygen, starving my head of hope. Eternal chimes from the stars of the void were driving my head off the cliff, about 220 miles per hour -top speed- grazing the air slightly as my sanity smacked down the cliff as I cried out for the donna to come back. All of the voices went radio-silent, except one; the donna’s voice cried out to let me live, to bring my head away from the cliff and back to her. Hopefully this time not back into the void.

She carried out instructions for me to do to get out of the wretched void. Fighting needed to be done to retreat from the cursed void; fighting for her, not me. She needed help to help me, or she’d also be dragged into the void.