I Am Not Ok

I entered the room and to my surprise it was bland, in a normal sense. There was a double bed in the center of the large white room, it was towards the wall with no bed head, only having built in drawers. It stood just in front of a large window that measured half the length of the room, but centralized.

In the room to my left as I stood in front of the door. The kitchen could be seen. It had a marble top island with a sink and four sets of cupboards towards the wall, all white. Below the cupboards was the strange fridge, this time the actual size of a large fridge but empty.

To the left of the fridge that was in the corner was an oven. As I got behind the counter I could see drawers on the island, four, the most it could hold, each three feet long. Then to top it all off there was a small ring light between the cupboards and the island.

To the right of the bed there was a door that led to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom I saw the familiar sight, a raised-up stone platform surrounded by glass, and surrounding that a light strip imbedded into the white ceiling, a walk-in shower. There was also a sink to the right of the room that looked normal as well as a toilet, though it auto flushed.

I had checked all my surroundings and was aware of the space I had at my disposal. Knowing this I opened the S.C and started to unpack. I realized that I had space for everything so soon the room had character. Mannequins on the wooden floor dressed in black, gun cases lent up open for display, open boxes full of bullets knives and the like. Though despite the sheer size of the room, the bed drawers couldn't quite match up.

I had too many clothes and as such I had to neatly fold them and put them to a corner of the room.

As I finished the move I started to relax. It was relatively early only being one o' clock. I took off the uniform, took a shower, and put on casual clothes. I was in sweatpants, slippers and a t-shirt, black as usual. It seemed that with everything they gave me it was black, there had to be a reason and I was going to ask, though before I could, I fell asleep.

As I opened my eyes, I awoke where I had started. The sky-scraping trees, the curtain like vines, the damp shrubs and bushes under feet, the smell of dung and the wetness of the air.

I waited for the panther, but it never did arrive. Instead, the bull came, just like the first time, plowing and pushing down trees before collapsing.

Everything happened like before, it looked me up and down, I followed it, I saw the boar with the horn, we picked fruit, we went to the cave, then, the panther arrived.

I woke up and ran to the front of the cave like I had done before at the sound of the crash. The sun rose and soon the limbo happened once more. Again, like it happened before, I mustered the courage and ran out. That time... it was different, I wasn't so lucky.

Flint knife in hand I ran out and immediately it looked at me. I stopped in my tracks and the knife fell from my hand. I screamed at my muscles, but my body was asleep, I wasn't moving, I couldn't even look in the direction I wanted to, my eyes were straight ahead at the fight. In time my legs went weak with the weight that was on my shoulders, though I couldn't see it. My hands went numb with fatigue though I had done nothing.

My hearts rhythm quickened as sweat ran down my face and my vision dimmed. My body even in all this wasn't allowed to even flinch. I watched the fight unable to object... and this time, the panther won.

The legs of the bull became wavy in motion, weak, its breaths were shallow and heavy, its eyelids were only being kept open by the threat of a predator and its head dipped ever so often before coming back up.

Then when the panther lunged, the bull was defenseless. It sank its teeth into its neck and clamped on with its claws like a leach. As it tightened its grip a ripping sound could be heard as its then red claws tore through the flesh of the bull. The hissing had begun, as the steam could be seen coming from the panther's mouth. The bull's eyes propped open for the first time in a while as the gushing began. Its mouth opened but instead of a sound, hissing came out, like a kettle.

Moments later steam could be seen flowing out of its mouth, blood close behind. As the blood fell on the floor, instead of pooling it started to evaporate. Its nose started to bleed as steam made its way through it, a chocking sound following close behind. As if it was being hit in the throat with a hammer it struggled. Its legs gave way and it fell to the floor, the ground under my feet moved under its sheer weight, and even in all this, the panther did not stop.

It fell with it, and next to be bathed in blood was its eyes. They grew as red as the creature's blood pouring from its nose and mouth. Then they started to swell as they forced their way out of there sockets, ripping the eyelids in two and looking in two different directions, they had swollen until they popped out of there sockets like joints, only being held up by the optic nerves. The blood soon came gushing from behind its eyes pouring out onto the bull.

In a matter of seconds, it had stopped its faint kicking and bucks, it wasn't even chocking anymore. Finished with its first kill the panther detached and looked over at me still frozen. My heart was then beating as to cause my chest to feel like it was being filled with pins and needles.

It stood up and licked the blood off its claws before looking at me once more. I was next, with every step it took towards me, my legs felt heavier, my hands lighter and the chest pains sharper. When it was fifteen feet away my head started to throb as if being hammered, as it got closer, I felt as if my skull was being broken like a twig, over and over again, when it was five feet away, I was barely conscious as the daggers in my chest, sledgehammer pounding at my skull like a wall and the elephant on my shoulders proved too much.

I was fading away when I got a rude awakening to reality. It pounced at me grabbing me by the neck, crushing my throat like a melon slice, the feeling of daggers all around it grew fresh in my mind. I felt useless and weak as I tried to resist but couldn't. The anger was building but was soon demolished as I felt a burning sensation in what was left of my throat, lungs and nose. It had begun pouring steam into my body.

The sensation continued until it was unbearable, it was as if I had drunk boiling hot water. I wanted to scream but couldn't, no throat, I wanted to fight back but couldn't, too weak. Soon my body began gyrating and contorting on its own. That made it worse, as my back arched upwards the teeth sank further into my neck and its paw fell flat on my chest.

As the paw fell on my chest, the force broke all my ribs pushing each one into my lungs. The daggers were now real. I felt the burning pains on top of literal burning that had gotten worse. The steam now potent enough was now pouring through my mouth and nose with blood, I gasped for air but was instead met with a bog that was my blood and steam. My throat felt dry and itchy on top of the burning. My lungs pierced, the steam started to flow through my body, or rather rampage. My stomach swole until burst, feeling like someone was tugging on it with burning pains until it did.

The stomach acid went to burn the inside of my body as I could feel my flesh char and singe before no feeling but burning was felt. The steam escaped through every hole it could until it found my eyes.

They became itchy and warm before their vision began to fade and disappear. They grew ripping my eyelids to shreds with a sharp pain, they soon popped out of my head and dangled on my face, useless, just like how I felt. The boiling hot blood soon came scorching the sockets and burning my face as it ran down it.

Then as I felt the pain lessen and disappear, the sound of steam dissipates. I felt free, I couldn't hear, see, smell, taste or touch, but I felt free and relieved.

Then... I woke up to the sound of a clash, I was back in the cave.