(5. Oct 31st Friday Night)
I could feel myself struggling against my binds. Trying to tug my arms free on each side, the pressure constricted more with my attempt. A soft "Shhh." sounded in my ear, in a hypnotizing hiss. I went dead weight again, I could feel my legs hanging midair. A breeze swept past me every now and then, stirring me from unconsciousness.
I was being carried, seeing the floor of the forest move past me. I let out a groan, the aching in my head, splitting through my cranium. I couldn't focus on much of anything, vision coming to me in spurts. Slight laughter every other step...
Darkness encased around me. Light, there was no light. I laid in the abyss, my body stretching into the darkness. I wanted to cry, to scream. I was this creature's victim, and I couldn't fight back. Terrible thoughts of it taking me back to its lair to pick at my flesh. Any horror-movie scenario prodded into my unforgiving mental simulator.
I was welcoming the dark. Hoping that my life would end before whatever torment this monster had in store for me. I thought about all the things that were important to me. All the people I had in my life, my roommate, my grandmother. The hope inside me was dying, and I gave up. My back hit dirt as I was dropped.
"Help..."
The only sound that escaped me, a pathetic attempt, a pointless one. Child laughter answering my question. That same damn kid that scared me earlier, cackling just as he did then. I shifted my hand, stretching out to grab whatever was available. Barely, just brushing my fingertips. The feathery velvet of... 'The Book.'
Something swelled up inside me. Determination, I was no longer worried about my own life. All I could think of was to protect the book. Just the slight bit of touch gave me such thoughts. Everything I was willing to lose, replaced by how I had to have the book.
I inched my fingers, trying to grasp any bit of the binding. I slithered my body ever so closer. 'Almost there.' The soft feeling filling into my hand. My thumb wrapped around the edge, the book now fully in the palm of my hand. Screeching pierced through my eardrums, leaving the ringing tone...
I swept once again into darkness.