Eleventh one shot I made. XD Not my best and rather short. :O~
Reborn
Sadness.
Loneliness.
Dying.
I may think I am, for the enclosed cramped place is positively suffocating me.
Darkness is not the word I am looking for, more of a hollow air sifting around me, blocking entrance to my lungs. It is the despaired torment blowing a mute hum through my hearings. I must get out, I must pry free, and I must escape. If I try to explain why, I shall probably fail. It is another one of those diverse concepts you know of, but there is no correct explanation for it. So if it were to be bluntly stated; I must get out.
But it is easier said than done.
Every gasping breath leaves me, as I try pounding on the hard outer covering.
It does not even cringe at the numb force I give it. I am certain I will perish amongst the enclosed shadows if I do not get out. Just like my instinct, I know for a common fact I must drink in oxygen in order to stay alive.
I save a bit of air, trying to calm myself down. Wriggling a bit in the tight area, I feel absolutely claustrophobic. My breaths come out slower and saving, despite the fact oxygen is running out. I pray to whoever may be in the outside world to guide me to my freedom.
For a while, the only companion I receive is silence. She is a sweet and steady beauty holding myself together, as I curl up, squinting to see.
And for all the same, all I receive are more darkness. They envelope me into layers of shadows, before a slight fluorescent light glimmers through the barrier I am in. Is this the outside world I am seeing? How queer it is! Light shields dark, everything is serene and joyful, while I must remain inside this nestling.
But no, I see something more.
Eyes.
Different shaded eyes peering down on my queerly and oddly, before holding whatever I was in. I immediately begin to shiver and clench myself together, staying rigid and unmoving. Somehow, this makes them unhappy I presume. Dissatisfied is not the right word, but perhaps trepidation of the strangers and my location currently? I watch steadily at the blurry outline of the figures, contemplating my own death. Is it right for me to think these things, I cannot tell. But it feels like the truth. And the lies, they comfort me.
My time is running out so soon. I have given up on the hopes of breaking free of the wretched curse put upon me. The outer covering is hard, and it is defiant and refuses to even make a little dent in spite of my feeble attempts on exerting much force. A haunting thought lurks about, and I have a feeling I will do something soon. Whatever it is, no words can exactly describe it. It is a mere presumption however, my whole body feeling void of emotions and quite sore.
Those eyes still ponder on me; I manage to weakly shift my weight, trying one last time to break the hue of black. No such luck or miracles avail me. And even if I did pray, no one must have been around to hear them.
Bearing the burden and task of facing death is difficult. How shall I approach her? I see the eyes had given up on me, and even the outside world is bleak and a pale shade of gray. Somehow, the all the emotions are stripped away. I am a mere vessel, a lonely hidden one curling up waiting patiently for fate. Intelligence is one thing that keeps me up, as I realize one vital thing about the place I am in.
An egg.
So why am I granted these knowledge when they would provide useless without life? Sudden shifts in movement tire me, the egg I am in is feeling oddly cold. It is an icy temperature that freezes time, slowing down gradually until it stops altogether.
So did they give up on me?
I would try to get out, but the last of my breath is leaving me. I would try again, but my time has finally run out much to my dismay. I do not feel fear or nervousness. I merely reflect back to my short period of thought provoking seconds, before trying to block out anything coming. Life was just another cycle, as I now wait to be evaporated from the dew.
A swift fleeting glance at the light and the colors sprayed across my vision, the darkness ends in a peaceful haze.
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