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The Truth Enslaved

YD La Mar

I’m drowning in nightmares. The secrets buried, the secrets revealed. The truth enslaved. How do I claw my way out? I need to be set free. Will he reach me in time? Will he be able to save me from myself?

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Reflections.

Is it a mirror? It’s wavering.

What I thought was me stretches and the skin starts to string and break apart like melted cheese. The muscles underneath are ripping a strand at a time, the tendons a stark white against the red.

Fangs. Rows of them. Elongate before my very eyes.

One of the eyeballs pops out of the socket and dangles in the air. I’m caught off guard staring at it, swinging like a damn pendulum when the creature before me lunges right at me.

I scream, shielding my face as I land on my ass. The ground is hard as a rock and the pain shoots up my spine, but the pounding of my heart is distracting me.

The tinkling sound of glass shattering pierces my ears as I let out another scream. My body moves in automatic movements, hands against the ground beneath me as it tries to crab walk backward to get away, inadvertently leaving my eyes open and unshielded.

I look up to find empty space. The mirror is gone. I take another look around, only to see my reflection in shards scattered on the ground all around me, but the creature is nowhere to be seen. Eyes everywhere, eyes on me.

Thud thud. I’m going fucking crazy. I’m not staying here.

Turning quickly, I start running, moving myself as far away from the position as I can.

Maybe it turns invisible? Maybe it’s still after me. Thud thud, thud thud.

Fuck, is that the creature’s footsteps or is it my heart?

This place looks like a damn barren wasteland. The ground is uneven, looking like an earthquake came through and tore through the ground.

The sky has a weird orange tan cast, enveloping everything under its glow. Smoke billows out of the ground through some of the cracks, making me fear what’s beneath me.

I’m barefoot. I realize this when I step on something sharp, making me hiss and limp.

But I can’t stop. I need to keep running. I can’t let it find me.

I didn’t see whatever was on the ground, since my eyes were distracted by something skittering in my periphery. What was that? It feels like my foot hooked under something, maybe a tree root, as I land on my forearms. Fuck. This shit hurts more than landing on my ass, because I think something sharp just pierced my skin.

The warmth of my blood dripping out of the superficial wound brings me back to the present. I turn onto my back, darting my gaze anywhere and everywhere, in case that thing is still chasing me. There’s nothing. Nothing but the smoke that continues to rise in sporadic locations in this weird place.

The cry of something screeching comes from above me and I bring one of my arms up to shield the orange glow that encapsulates this place like we’re stuck in a snow globe of doom.

What the hell is that?