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Cedric could feel himself floating. He tried opening his eyes, and found that it was pitch black. He held his hand in front of him but he saw nothing. He grew alarmed. He tried flailing what he felt were his arms, groping aimlessly in the dark, yet his hands found nothing. Was he dead? He felt for his own chest, and sighed with relief when he felt his rapidly beating heart. Then, there was another thing that alarmed him. He could hear nothing, not his sigh, nor the loud pounding of his heart.
He floated aimlessly for what seemed an eternity, pondering where he was, and why he was here. Did they manage to get him at last? After all the pain he have caused them, he won't be surprised if they have successfully murdered him in his sleep. He chuckled mirthlessly, the pitiful sound he couldn't even hear.
Regret. That was the only emotion that could describe the painful and suffocating feeling that was drowning his being.
Then, he heard the sound of a drop hitting a pool of water. Was he crying? Yet he couldn't feel it. Has he become that cold that he couldn't even feel his own tears? He felt his cheeks, and found that they were dry. Another drop fell, and his cheek became wet. He traced his fingers on it, and placed it on his lips. It tasted like blood.
It was blood. His blood.
Excruciating pain suddenly flared from his right arm. The drops were falling faster, into the pool of liquid that he could now tell was his own blood.
Then suddenly, he could feel his back becoming wet, and he found himself lying on the pool of liquid. The dripping sound multiplied, and the level of the thick liquid rose. It continued to rise, until it almost covered his face. He flailed his arms and legs, struggling to keep himself on surface. His hand tried to reach out for some sort of salvation.
Laughter. He could hear laughter coming from the bottom of the pool. They were mocking him.
He cried for help, and as if in answer, he could see a the surface of the black pool. He tried to reach for it. But just as he was nearing the surface, his chest started to burn. Then a burst of purple smoke arise from his lungs. Stinging his throat making his eyes tear up. He was falling deeper into the abyss
...
He wakes up from his dream, sweating, panting. He was short on oxygen. His head hurts.
It all seemed so real like a old memory he cant get a grip on. But...
"It's just a bad dream"
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Story belong to my online friend who only wants to be known as Faith.
Art & Cedric(c) belong to me

Description

Cedric could feel himself floating. He tried opening his eyes, and found that it was pitch black. He held his hand in front of him but he saw nothing. He grew alarmed. He tried flailing what he felt were his arms, groping aimlessly in the dark, yet his hands found nothing. Was he dead? He felt for his own chest, and sighed with relief when he felt his rapidly beating heart. Then, there was another thing that alarmed him. He could hear nothing, not his sigh, nor the loud pounding of his heart.
He floated aimlessly for what seemed an eternity, pondering where he was, and why he was here. Did they manage to get him at last? After all the pain he have caused them, he won't be surprised if they have successfully murdered him in his sleep. He chuckled mirthlessly, the pitiful sound he couldn't even hear.
Regret. That was the only emotion that could describe the painful and suffocating feeling that was drowning his being.
Then, he heard the sound of a drop hitting a pool of water. Was he crying? Yet he couldn't feel it. Has he become that cold that he couldn't even feel his own tears? He felt his cheeks, and found that they were dry. Another drop fell, and his cheek became wet. He traced his fingers on it, and placed it on his lips. It tasted like blood.
It was blood. His blood.
Excruciating pain suddenly flared from his right arm. The drops were falling faster, into the pool of liquid that he could now tell was his own blood.
Then suddenly, he could feel his back becoming wet, and he found himself lying on the pool of liquid. The dripping sound multiplied, and the level of the thick liquid rose. It continued to rise, until it almost covered his face. He flailed his arms and legs, struggling to keep himself on surface. His hand tried to reach out for some sort of salvation.
Laughter. He could hear laughter coming from the bottom of the pool. They were mocking him.
He cried for help, and as if in answer, he could see a the surface of the black pool. He tried to reach for it. But just as he was nearing the surface, his chest started to burn. Then a burst of purple smoke arise from his lungs. Stinging his throat making his eyes tear up. He was falling deeper into the abyss
...
He wakes up from his dream, sweating, panting. He was short on oxygen. His head hurts.
It all seemed so real like a old memory he cant get a grip on. But...
"It's just a bad dream"
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Story belong to my online friend who only wants to be known as Faith.
Art & Cedric(c) belong to me