Death found him

-A continuation to “Fear…”

He laid on top of his single bed restless yet again. It had been 7 hours since the time he was supposed to go to sleep, but he still laid awake at 4:27 in the morning. He was laying facing down, and on the left he could see his blue lit computer, running as loud as ever. While on the right he could hear the cars driving by because his window was completely open. The sound of the rain always served beautifully to calm his upset mind, it was like if rain understood his deepest emotions and cleansed them.
While everything seemed normal for someone watching, in his mind everything was far from normal. His mind was being clouded by fear… By his new found inner fear.
While there were cars driving by, rain droplets dripping down the window, and loud computer fans making noise, his mind was unknowingly choosing to cancel all those sounds. He could not hear anything yet again, all he could hear was it.
He laid down restless and paranoid from such an abstract figure, yet it seemed like it could very well touch him. His mind was overflowing with the most terrifying fear he had ever felt.
All of the sudden the atmosphere changed. The room seemed smaller than I remembered. The walls closed in a bit and the air felt denser than usual. He could feel neither cold or warmth. He could no longer distinguish friendly or foe. All he could feel was that anxiety that ate away at his back. Made him ready for something, ready to be attacked. Ready to be killed in the most gruesome of ways. Blood was rushing to his chest to keep his vital organs warm and ready, while his hands grew colder. The light coming from all sources seemed to start being devoured by a black hole in the corner of the wall, I could see his pupils dilating to their maximum capacity, yet he could see nothing. Then sound followed right after, it was engulfed to the point where all that he could hear was the sound of it’s slow movements, he could only hear it creeping its way closer to him.
Happiness was next, his happiness was sucked out of him by this materialized fear and replaced with despair and panic. He tried speaking but his voice had been stolen yet again by this creature… He could feel it, it was lurking its way closer to him by the second. It would almost seem as if it enjoyed the fear it was causing on to him because of the way it slowly inched it’s way forth.

He was simply laying there, he was restrained by an abstract force holding him down. There was little he could do, he did not believe in God for He had abandoned him. He had lost l faith. He had lost all that he cared about. He had no real reason to live any longer.

He could feel it.

He could feel it’s breath right against his face.

He could see it, it gifted him with enough sight to be able to see what was about to rip his chest open with it’s disgusting claw like fingers, it wanted him to see the way in which it slowly grabbed what was inside of his chest and meticulously it made sure he was alive enough to feel the pain while it mutilated his body.

He was helpless, he could not yell or defend himself. The fear had already taken over his body.

It left him to bleed it all out, it enjoyed seeing him die every second of the way. Whatever it was did not belong to this world.

It would seem as if it came from within his mind, he did this to himself.

When the first sun rays hit the room, all that was left to see was his body…torn apart. Blood reached every corner of the room. His chest was tore open along with his heart. There was absolutely no sign of life.
His cold body laid on the ground, on top of a dry sea of blood.

…And in his hand a switch blade stained with his own blood.

- Continued on Pieces left Behind

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