Beguile

1 A dead friend

Kennedy's POV

I was pulled within static.

I couldn't see anything, except distorted visions of moving images behind comforting darkness. Screams stabs its way into my mind, tearing through my skull until it altered into deafening outcries. My skin felt cold. My heart like stone, and my mind burns with consequences. Somehow I instantly knew, my birth imprisoned me to an infinite stains of atrocity.

"Here" Someone spoke out in the open, I glance to my side to see a tall silhouette of a man. His voice whistles through the air, full of delirium that screams jeopardy and schemes. I wanted to run, to speak, threatened by his presence but my mind is not my own. Trust overcomes its vague uncertainty.

I almost didn't hear the shift of a quick step in the distance. Its feet tapped against the dampen soil, lightly breaking the fallen twigs and dead leaves, the air shuffles along it and I quickly turned to see. Unlike the blur of the surrounding, the new figure was completely warp with darkness. I instantly knew, different from the other but holds the same power, dominance, goal.

I tried to focus to try to make out his face, but both of them were shrouded with mist and darkness. All I see were their distorted frame swathed behind ghastly trees.

The first figure handed me something, a knife, rough against my palm but its' ends glints with sharpness. My heart fluttered and flared before looking back to him, whispers of anticipation crawling through me. My mind cries with familiarity. At first, all I see were unintelligible forms of mist. And then, blinding light of white strikes to eradicate the tiny vision left in me. Now, I am no more than an empty vessel trap in the harsh cage of my past.

I awoke with discomfort.

I shifted on my seat to search for yet again an unfound solace. Ever since I have transferred to this school I've never slept without disturbance. The dream haunts me like it's part of me, I feel like its invading my body to make it its' own, to change me, or was it the original and my current memory is the faux. I quickly sweep the idea, doubt won't make me decipher what's gone long ago.

My words halt like venoms. 'Long ago' should cease to exist, it was a life I never knew. A childhood I never get to experience, and memories I knew as told. It was never mine to begin with. It's terrifying to awoke knowing nothing, to feel like a vessel who grew arms and legs then turn into void. I was frightened, I suffered as the world moves without me.

I was told that the car I was in crashed and left me with a hideous scar right above my heart.

It was merciless to spare me with marked trauma.

My skin was shooked with another flesh,.

I didn't move, but it made the looming figure more adamant to stir off my sleep.

"What...." I left an exhausted sigh.

"Wakey, wakey sleeping beauty! Its time" Elise, my closest friend, exclaimed in a sing song voice. Tapping and shaking me with both her arms as if I we're to cross on the other side at any moment. "Come on now" she persisted which is very much like her, but I only drew incoherent mumbles.

"What..." I mumbled again, hearing nothing but my own.

I heard her talk once again, but now faster and longer alike situations that interest her. She sounded ebullient and happy, but it didn't take long till she noticed I wasn't listening to anything she just said. A rumbling sigh left her once bubbly jabber. I could almost hear her cries "I just lost my voice talking to air" she added, and nothing more.

The next moment was filled with a sudden silence, without looking up I shifted again. Finding comfort on the background's hazy noises. As I began to delve into my cramp state of sleep, something rustles behind me. I hadn't considered to move as I find it unthreatening to my desperate wish to sleep.