Italics- thoughts/ flashbacks/ dreams

Bold- author talking

Underline- narrator talking, known as the main character

Normal- normal story

2083 words

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I got my nails done from pink to darker pink ombre.

Death insisted on watching the process and of course no one saw him.

And of course he got bored real quick.

And started complaining about the nonsense on how it takes too long and too expensive for the price and yada yada yada. I then had to explain everything.

It was funny. A grown ass man not understanding the skill it takes to do nails.

I offered to do his nails and he said no.

Now I'm walking around the house because I want to know the layout. The dark shall not stop me even though I walked into a few walls and corners.

Who am I kidding? I would have walked into things if the lights were on.

And a certain someone keeps laughing at my clumsy ass.

I look at the basement door and it says come down but I say no and keep walking.

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So after a while I learned that there's nothing here. Everything is dull except for that one closet and my room. There's nothing on the 2nd floor either and I didn't go in the attic because I'd probably get killed if I did.

I venture back to my dull ass room and look at death who is sitting on the edge of my bed, "There's nothing here."

"I know."

"Why though?"

"I told you, I was never here before."

I fall onto my bed and look at the empty ceiling, "well that's lame."

The bed shifts as he leans over me, "very lame."

I nod in sarcastic agreement. He wraps his arms around me.

Well I guess I'ma sleep now.

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There's a blinding light with no source.

It sounds like people are talking but it's a different language and I can't see them. It's just white. With doves singing their tunes in the background and everything else is silent.

The ground is fluffy and white along with the air and sky. Nothing can be seen besides the mysterious ground and painful brightness that feels normal.

But I cannot move. I can't move anything and I'm on my knees with my arms tied behind my back. All I feel is worry and regret. The same as people who knew they fucked up but also hatred to someone important.

Nothing feels right, like this isn't supposed to happen but it's supposed to happen.

There's a yearn to just lay down and sleep to avoid what happens next. An urge to wake up from this horrible dream that went to the wrong person.

A worry about what's going to happen next. Dread for what will immediately come next. A fear for a pain that's yet to come.

Something grabs my hair and pulls to make me see up. All there is is blinding light. A silhouette of some weird repetitive shape joined to something round full of pure power.

It feels familiar. Like the same species.

The feeling of a human body feels wrong, it feels like a painful change. There's an urge to take the form of whatever ginormous silhouette cowers over me.

It says something that I sort of understand but can't make up. Then there's little stings that go from my feet and up this body that feels wrong.

They sting and go into my skin like being branded. It gets wider till it feels like chips of my skin are cracking off but it doesn't.

No noise except for this thing above me and the doves in the background.

The silhouette grabs something that feels like it's part of my back and I see the whitest feathers fall onto my face and everywhere else.

As soft as snow on a sunny winter Sunday before church. White as the light. Softer than squishmellows.

More and more fall while the previous ones disintegrate the same way a piece of paper on fire does.

The silhouette grabbed another one of whatever that was and more feathers fell. With each one there's a reduced weight on my back.

The feathers attack my face, hair and arms. It goes everywhere before disintegrating.

And another thing.

And another.

And another, another, another, another, another, another, another, and the last one.

There's no more weight there. It gets replaced by a burning feeling. One without smell but hurts like fire. A hot pan covering all of my back but not a single tear is felt.

The last few feathers stick to it which feels awful. They disappear too, adding to the pain.

Then something hits the middle of my back and pushes me down till my face hits the fluffy ground.

Humanization is the strongest thing. A lack of self worth and disappointment.

Everything becomes heavier. Bones become heavier.

The fluff fades away to show dark blue.

Then there's falling. All the heaviness disappears and becomes weightless. Everything is weightless. Senseless.

The blue turns darker as time slows down. I become surrounded by water.

Water that doesn't help anything but I still fall to the bottom with heaviness returning.

Betrayal, pain and hatred drown me more than the water taking away vision.

It all hurts.

Everything is just shapes. Shapes of the world going by. Shapes of everything in the water going up as I go down. Shapes of all different sizes, some look at me and some don't.

Everything just gets darker till there's no more to see. The weight carrying water disappears before I hit the ground.

There's only pain and a battle of emotions that aren't controlled, just ignored.

I feel many little and big clawed hands grab at me. Tearing at this skin that doesn't feel right.

None of this feels right. The place, the hands, the air and vibes. It's all the exact opposite of where I was before the long painful fall.

There's liquid warmth all over this foreign body that I have no control over.

The claws and hands keep attacking but I don't move. Just laying there, how I landed in the dark.

The scratching stops as heavy footsteps come closer.

Vulnerability that is unfamiliar and fearful.

So much fear and pain.

I wake up scared for my life. I look around the dark room for little monsters or anything I just dreamed of but see none of it.

That wasn't my dream.

It wasn't, I don't dream in first person. I don't dream of falling.

I always watch myself in my dreams. I didn't see myself.

It wasn't me.

It wasn't mine.

An arm wraps around me and I scream while hyperventilating.

Something towers over me. "What the hell happened?"

"It wasn't me." I say, "that wasn't me. That's not my dream, it wasn't."

I can't focus, I can't see right or breathe right.

What the fuck was that?

I look at his perfect worried blue eyes before wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling myself closer and burying my face in his shoulder.

He wraps one arm around the top of my back and the other one rubs the rest. And I cry.

That was terrifying. Fuckin horrible.

He lays back down on his side with me in his arms. He then wraps himself around me.

Awww I'm completely covered by a tall ass muscle man. I feel so small.

But it's nice.

And his leather pants wrapped around my cold skin feels nice.

Being comforted like this feels more than nice. It's perfect.

He leans his forehead against mine and whispers, "Tell me what happened."

I think for a second, "What happened when you fell?"

"From what?"

"The place opposite of this place."

He freezes for a moment,"Why do you want to know?"

"Inspiration for my story that has supernatural elements. I wanna know."

He looks at me confused. Maybe my lying sucks.

"What... do you wish to know...?"

I now feel like I'm standing on some line.

"Anything you're willing to tell me."

He dramatically rolls onto his back but keeps me on his side with an arm wrapped around me and looks at the ceiling like he's about to tell his life's story.

"Well there was a lot of heaven and hell and earth and water."

"That's all?"

He nods.

"Can I see your back?

He looks at me like I'm suspicious. "Why?"

"I wanna see if there's something."

He looks at me for a long minute, "Who are you?"

"Irina."

"No."

What the fuck does he mean 'no'? I know who I am dammit.

He lets go of me and gets off the bed slowly like I'm some rabid animal. I sit up and a scythe appears a few inches in front of me. He's holding it with one hand.

"Don't move." He says in some threatening voice.

Well I'm now scared. "A-alright..."

This went from 100 to 0, back to 100 real quick.

"Tell me what's going on...?" I quietly ask because I feel like being loud won't help.

"Tell me who you are. I swear if you're Lucifer I will break your horn again."

"What the fuck? I'm me. Who else would be me? And all I wanna do is see your back-" he flinches which throws me off for a second, "-Did I do something wrong? I swear I'm me. Who else would wanna be pathetic me?"

"She isn't pathetic so I know you aren't her."

If this was a different situation I'd be swooning but I'm too scared.

"Why are you acting like this? It's not like I'm threatening your family."

"Only Lucifer and they know about my back. Who are you?"

"Irina, dammit."

"She would have no reason to ask."

"Well I do and if it upsets you this much, I'll forget it."

"Who are you?"

This is annoying. What the hell did I do?

"You know what mine looks like. I just wanted to see yours."

"State your damn business here, stranger."

Well that hurts.

"You said only you and Lucifer can be here cuz of the barrier thing and me somehow because I'm just built different."

He raises a brow. I guess he doesn't speak memes.

Old.

Him also holding the scythe with one hand and him standing sideways would be hot if I didn't feel threatened. Does he feel threatened? I don't know how my simple question would threaten him.

Maybe there's a mark of that weird fire thing that happened and he doesn't like it? 'They' gotta be the ones that were talking and did whatever happened.

It all makes sense but none of it does.

And why did I get the dream? Did whoever makes dreams get them mixed up?

"Is that why you didn't sleep?"

"What?"

"Do you not sleep because of whatever happened? Does it haunt you?"

"Leave me alone."

It looks like it hurts him to say that, like he believes I'm me but he doesn't want to believe it.

Note to self, never ask to see something I already haven't seen again.

"We could just forget about it. I didn't mean to scare you."

"Why do you want to see?"

Lying won't help here. "Because I had this dream and my back was hurtin horribly and I swear it wasn't mine and I wanna know if it was yours because you're the one that fell, not me."

He looks at me for a long second. To the point where I feel like I'm being judged.

"What else happened."

"There were feathers and a fluffy floor and a giant thing. Everything had colored shapes with no details. There was talking in another language and doves, water, blinding light and darkness. There were claws and the last thing was footsteps. I was so scared I woke myself up and you, sorry."

He takes a step towards me and raises his other hand a little. I see worry flash across his face for a split second but he shakes his head and slowly walks away with the scythe still raised at me.

My heart hurts.

I wanna take the scythe from him but I might die.

I have no idea what's happening but he looks like a scared cornered animal.

I've crossed that line I felt earlier like the stupid ass I am. Actually, I probably did a flip over it. He's gonna put a restraining order on me.

"I'm sorry." I say.

He looks at the scythe, me, scythe, me, and frowns before disappearing in the faint black shiny mist. I look at it for a few seconds till it disappears.

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*Sips real tea cuz I added a shit ton of sugar so it's actually good.*

heh

So what y'all think?

Ya'll gonna love the next chapter...

...I think but mainly yes