Healing Slowly But Surely By R. Joseph novel Chapter 291

Chapter 291: The news.

Leilani.

I heard one time from my mother before everything went haywire that there are several stages of grief and right now, I could swear that I was in whatever stage broke the entire fucking scale of measurement.

I do not know if I was sad or exactly what was making me feel this way, but I knew that I was dying. Floating in some dark world lost between consciousness and unconsciousness; and lost deep in a web that I never even knew existed.

My body felt like a vessel, a completely hot vessel that burned everywhere you could ever imagine, leaving me in complete agony.

Yet you want to know what makes this already fucked up situation even more fucked up?

The fact that I am not even awake right now!

The fact that, no matter what I do, I just cannot seem to pull myself out of this weird slumber that’s been feeling like it was abso-fucking-lutely pulling me into the abyss.

And… did I tell you that I could hear the sound of my heartbeat— loud and clear, and that of my TV running somewhere?

Goddess, I could even hear the sound of dripping water, probably coming from my ruined bath earlier… But for some reason, I couldn’t peel my eyes open to see anything. I couldn’t even lift my fingers or breathe without that constant feeling in my chest— that feeling that was akin to one being choked.

My eyelids felt so heavy and my chest, yeah, my chest felt the heaviest as I struggled and failed miserably to wake up.

But it was futile. Completely futile until I felt a presence suddenly envelope me.

It was warm and strong, and even though I couldn’t see who it was, I could easily tell that they had the power to protect me just by feeling them close.

Warm calloused fingers brushed against my cheek, or maybe I was wrong, maybe they weren’t fingers.

But they were thick and warm and as they glided across the skin of my face, as if caressing me. Like this, I couldn’t help but feel how furry they felt… how ridiculously soft they were… how strangely I wanted them to keep touching my face.

I heard a voice that didn’t sound feminine or masculine whisper to me. But do you want to know what was weirder besides my inability to tell which gender it was?

The fact that the voice sounded right inside my head. It felt like I had imagined it… like it was my consciousness talking to me. Like it was a part of me.

“Open your eyes!” It commanded.

“But I cannot,” I snapped back, shocked because I couldn’t remember moving my lips.

However, before I could ponder over that, the voice came again, sharper this time. It snapped; “You are weak and in no place to be here! Open your eyes or you might lose yourself! Are you on some stupid suicide mission?!”

I wanted to roll my eyes at it until I realized that I couldn’t. Hell, I still couldn’t move any part of my body either, yet this strange voice was asking me to open my eyes as if I could simply abracadabra my way through it.

Strange right? Son of a bitch.

“And how do you know that?” I asked instead, and as I did, it went silent.

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