Hell To the Grave Part 2
A knife digs into my leg.
I look down and see my leg turning the same colour as the other’s skin.
Rotting, putrid flesh, spreading its disease up my thigh.
Pain arcs across my chest, spilling into my neck.
My hands, they’re becoming tentacles as well.
I can feel my bones shattering, slicing through my skin.
A flash of pain, and I’m on my knees.
My head is splitting from the pain. I can’t even think.
What’s my name?
Where am I?
I hear a hoarse voice in the back of my mind.
Give in. Let go. Now.
Unfortunately I don’t have a choice. My mind, it feels crowded.
Something is in my mind.
“GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD!” I scream, deafening myself.
A blood red is creeping across my vision, clouding my view.
More piercing pain, I can feel my back snapping.
I topple over to my side. My body is convulsing uncontrollably.
Finally, the pain gets the best of me. I can’t take it any longer.
The pressure in my head, consuming my being.
I attempt one last bravado.
I cling to one memory.
The memory of the girl.
My daughter.
But soon even she is corrupted.
The voice, calling to me. Tempting me. Strangling my mind.
Then, just before I black out, I hear her voice.
Come play with the me. Join us.
The sickly sweet, echoing charm of her morphs into a deep, throaty rumble.
Join me in the grave.
I am the Gravemind.
Copyright © Zach Nathan | Year Posted 2012
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