The End Game ((rewriting))✔

Drifting Into The Nightmare

NOTE (IMPORTANT)
Im really sorry for this change but i realized that the story will be more effectively written in 3RD PERSON .Since i had to introduce voices of different characters aswell.

Im so sorry about this.

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Riana opened her eyes and she was back. Back in her own room. The curtains drifted with the wind and the cold air seeped through the open window. Her bed was soaked in blood and shattered glass caught light and shone like burning fire. Her hand shivered and she crouched down, her back against the wall. She held her hand to her heart and touched her thumb, she shook her head disbelievingly.

Why was she here? Why? Wasn't she in the End Game? Was it over? Why was she back home?

The surge of emotion devoured her, her stomach was twisting with pain. Her eyes burned as if acid was being poured over her. She shook her head stronger and clutched her head. She was dreaming, she was dreaming. No, no, no.

"It can't be...." Her voice mumbled in her tears.

Then suddenly, the door surged opened. She stood there. She stood there with her clothes drenched in alcohol, the room sank in and in with her pungent vile smell. This smell was too familiar to forget, too strong to disappear, too angry to be tamed.

Her mother.

Riana screamed, clutching her hair in her skinny fingers, "No, No, No, get away from me. I didn't do anything" a tear fell down her red cheeks. "It's a dream. No, please. No!"

"Riana my darling." Her voice was too sweet and foreign, something was wrong, terribly wrong. And yes, it was. Her voice hardened again. "Useless girl, useless darling, useless piece of flesh."

Tears were flooding down her face, she was drowning in them.

"No, No.... don't....no" she cried as her mother lifted another piece of glass.....

"Riana! Riana!" someone cried behind her mother. Her mother looked back and something passed in her expression. Something she had never seen. Fear.

"Riana!" A strong male voice echoed her name again and again. "Look at me! Open your eyes and look at me!" she carefully lifted her eyes to look up, behind her mother stood Ethan.

Air seeped into her lungs again. "Ethan." her heart shouted but her voice remained a croak.

"This is an illusion. An illusion of your fear. The witch can't harm us physically but she can mentally. If you readily give your mind to her, you will die!"

"Ethan I can't... I can't." she cried crouching into a ball. Her tears drenched her clothes. "Ethan... I can't..." she twitched her thumb as her mother lifted her hand again.

"Useless life." It echoed in her head. "Useless, useless..."

"Riana!" Ethan ran to her. His heart thudding faster and faster. She seemed too little. That brave strong girl seemed like a child. Like a helpless kitten scared of the world.

He held out his arm and looked at her eyes, through them and into her soul. "Look at me." He said. "Look at me."

She obeyed, she peeped through the mist of the memories and fear into his eyes.

"Hold my hand." He said. She listened.

"Let's go out of this together, I can't defeat your mother but you can. Control your emotions, your feeling, your heart. She isn't real, she is gone, she is no one but a shadow." He whispered in her ears. "You are real, you are here with me, you can fight it. You are not helpless."

His voice was still distant to her, yet it rang, reverberated like a beautiful melody. Like a rush of light pouring into her veins. She didn't want to cry anymore or hear her fear anymore. Out of nowhere, she felt a spark of courage in her dreadful heart.