Page 3 of My Dark Obsession
Those boys were mine, mine and no one was ever going to take them away from me. Elfyn and Elyas.
I was weak before they came along, weak and pathetic. They made me strong. They needed me to protect them.
More fatal blows came my way, bile and blood pooled around my face as he smashed my head into the concrete.
I’ll admit, I was beginning to panic. If I passed out or died, he was going to eventually move onto the brothers.
I told myself to stay awake.
Focus.
Breathe.
Was the bird watching me?
Everything blurred to black as I watched the bird watch me. The heavy blows continued but no pain followed.
Black, everything was black.
Silent.
Time was endless.
So blissfully numb.
No pain.
No panic for the twins.
No thoughts of freedom.
The numb was amazing; we were best friends.
I was floating in an endless black void of nothingness, a vast void of utter peace.
Was I-dead?
My arms floated beside me as I drifted in this nothingness. Something niggled at my subconsciousness, something important. But the numb pulled me back.
So peaceful.
So quiet.
I floated. And floated. I floated until a distance rumble made my almost non-existent heart pump a little harder, a little faster.
I became more aware. But so confused.
I was floating but where was I? Where was I?
Where the hell was I?
My heart hammered as I tried to move my body, but the floating nothingness pulled at my limbs and dragged at my consciousness. It begged me to swim back into the numb.
A tingle in my toes eased up my feet, along my calves, around my thighs and up my back before turning into a scream inducing zap of pain. My back arched as I suckedin a mouthful of lukewarm air. It was agony; everything hurt, every fiber of my being cried for the loss of the numbness as the loud rumble shook my void of nothingness around me.
A voice screamed in the distance; it screamed on and on, piercing my sore ears.
I couldn’t work out why my ears were sore.
