85 Living nightmare (1/2)

In the beginning, I still felt quite good. I could not move a single muscle and my whole body was convulsing but at least it did not feel painful only uncomfortable. Worrying about what might come later was absolutely useless, as I would know sooner or later anyway.For now, I was still calm and collected, as much as I could be given my current circumstances.

I wanted to avoid drowning myself in self-pity again. I can't change my past regrets and I should just accept them. Sounds easy in my brain, but my heart seems to be stuck on it. So just did what I always have been doing, ignoring these thoughts and seeking momentary pleasure to keep my mind busy.

I know myself, I am not strong enough to do that.

My thoughts did not stop the convulsions. They kept on increasing and the uncomfortable feeling turned into a painful sensation. It was not much, but my nerves still send a permanent signal to my brain.

Beads of sweat began to cover my body, as the temperature of my body had risen steadily. I felt abig headache coming my way, as my body was trying its best to forcefully cooldown. This was to no avail, as my partner in crime did not stop its actions and continued to shift my bones.

The sound of bones breaking filled the surroundings and my muscles began to slowly rip apart. This process was done with great care, resulting in even more pain as more and more nerves were affected. My whole body began to ache as this process happened simultaneously all over my body.

Gritting my teeth I tried my best to endure this bombardment of nerve responses, but the pain was far from subsiding. I could see why being unconscious would have been the better option. But I was as far away from being unconscious as humanly possible. Despite suffering under this pain, I still thought that I would be able to persevere through this whole ordeal.

Until now it had only been minor wounds, that had affected my muscles, I learned this fact the hard way, as one muscle was torn apart entirely. With it came a loud snapping sound and a new wave of pain, that assaulted my brain. This marked the first time a loud curse escaped my lips. I was in for a ride because the human body had way more than 1 muscle.This sudden realisation was followed by a storm of multilingual cursing as more and more muscles followed suit. Any sailor would have nodded upon hearing my extensive vocabulary.

I did not have time to catch any breath, as the muscles began to get repaired before getting torn apart yet again. Adding the shifting bones to the mix, made me lose next to all reason. I wanted to escape this pain at all cost, but my brain kept me wide awake.

At this point in time, there was just pain and nothing more. I could not tell where it was coming but my brain was overwhelmed and I reeled in sheer agony. Spasms had long appeared on my body and I did not notice them at all. A low guttural scream left my lips, that did not resemble a human being at all.

I wanted to scream out all my pain, but I failed to do any noise. Instead, I felt something warm creeping up inside my throat. It made its way through my mouth and I spat out the red liquid. This blood was no sign of liberation, it was full of a strange black substance. I forced my eyes open to see, what exactly this liquid was.

I did not see anything clearly, as a splitting headache was tearing through my brain. I tried as much as I could to pry open my eyes to see it, but it was impossible for me. My body refused to listen to my commands. Instead, it felt like it was breaking away from the Inside.

More and more blood was leaving my body through my mouth and I felt weaker and weaker. I made up my mind, that this could not continue. Lifting my teeth I nearly bit through my tongue and forced myself back to reality.

The intense pain in my brain got even worse, death had become my saviour in these times of anguish. Yet, I was not content, with giving up like this. I could not explain what has driven me but I found myself forcefully closing my mouth with my hands in order to not spill any more blood.

Every part of my body was aching and I was barely able to keep my hands on my mouth. The blood around me was seething and seemed to have a mind of its own as it moved across the ground. Although it came from my body, it felt foreign. This strange substance was vividly sliding on the ground surrounding my body.

I could not pay any attention to its movement, as the control of my body was slippery at best. Clinging onto dear life I forcefully swallowed the blood that wanted to escape from me. Mere seconds later I was already forced to hold my mouth shut in order to keep the blood at bay.

If someone told me, that I was struggling with my blood one day, I would have declared him insane on the spot but yet here I am.This must be a fever dream or hallucination induced by a loss of too much blood. That would at least explain it.

But this felt much too real for a hallucination. The blood surrounding me grew more and more agitated as it surrounded me. I felt more pressure from the blood in front of my eyes than from some magicians. It was not as surreal as the pressure I faced from the ”Gods”, but a lot more tangible.

The black blood left the ground and flowed up my body, before suspending over it. It felt like it was contemplating on what to do. The liquid inside of my mind became even more restless as it splurged towards its freedom. I did my best to keep it inside my body because the consequences were much worse.

After the blood fought valiantly for its freedom, I managed to survive this fierce struggle. Still, the blood that had loomed over my body did something, that would burn itself into my brain forever. The blood burrowed into my body, leaving many small holes all over my body.

What came next, can only be referred to as the literal embodiment of hell. My body began to churn from, every muscle, every pore down to the atoms, everything was currently burning. This heat was not something I had felt before, I lacked the words to describe the beyond painful sensation. In front of this feeling, men are nought.

Despite this awful sensation, I was very much alive. I wished for something else though. Muffled groans escaped my lips and I could not help but open my mouth as my arms were attacked by the blood.

Contrary to its previous actions the blood did not escape out my mouth immediately but rested in it for a while. It was calm and there was no difference to any other liquid. Though I did not have much time to wonder about this strange behaviour as my body was currently being cooked from the inside.