A familiar feeling escapes the bottom of my feet. Perplexed, I turn my head down to see that my feet are no longer touching the ground. A pang of fear grips my heart and I struggle to bend over and grab my feet, which sends me flipping and spiraling out of control as I slowly rise. I try to breathe deeply and calm down, and eventually balance myself out.
A smile spreads over my lips as I feel my light body yearning to reach higher, to move forward. I raise my arm and press my hand against the bright rays of the sun, watching dreamily as its sparkling rays slip between my fingers. I should be freaking out, but something about me feels normal, feels nostalgic, feels alive.
"The bigger they are, the harder they fall," huh?
In that instance, a prickling sensation begins to tickle my shoulder blades. I frown, looking behind me to see if anything is there, but it isn't. That prickling sensation grows into a pinching, then painful, then burning, then unbearably hot feeling. The two scars on my back light up and scorch my body intensely. A scream is released from the depths of my throat, but I sloppily cover my mouth with my hands at the last second. I can't cause trouble for anyone else, right? I think as tears cascade down my cheeks.
As if scolding me for leaving, my body becomes heavy again and slams me back onto the ground. As quickly as a real fire, the pain stretches over my entire body and I black out. When I open my eyes again, I throw up at this all-too-familiar place.
I try my best to resist as I am taken through the blood, the gore, the sadness, the tragedy, the immorality, the cruelty of my visions. However, they still increase in intensity, and I can no longer hold back. As these scenes ravage my head, I feel like I'm sinking more and more into despair. These can't be real, right? People aren't like this, right?
In the dark void, the man in the mirror speaks to me again. He looks annoyed and pinches the space in between his eyebrows, frowning. "Can't you just accept your punishment? Jesus. I don't even care right now." He flicks his fingers and the mirror, along with the darkness, breaks.
I sit up a little bit faster this time, still trembling uncontrollably. I look down at my shirt and it is soaking wet again.
I'll have to make another one, I can't have people find out about this, I instruct myself, focusing on another, identical shirt. When I change, I crawl back into my tent and lay down. I seem to be growing less and less interested in talking to the other Guardians. Right now, I just want to be alone and think.
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Ehhh, I'm sorry for the really low quality of this, I wanted to pace it correctly and give it some development but I really half-assed it today :c ))
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