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Emmett's POV
I tried to open my eyes, it worked for a minute. I saw her, my angel, the one that saved me. I tried to leave them opened but the pain got worse so I had to close them. After the pain subsisted I tried to speak, I heard screams, it was coming from me. The pain was getting worse now, it was starting at my hati, tengah-tengah and shooting all around my body. I was still screaming. "Father, Edward!" I heard someone call in an angelic voice. At that moment my hati, tengah-tengah began to pound against my rib cage. I thought it was going to break all my ribs. I heard a conversation going on over the pounding of my heart. "He began to scream louder than ever and his pulse is racing, I'm worried." A voice chimed.
I felt a hand on my arm then it was gone, then another voice answered, "His hati, tengah-tengah is dying, it is the most painful part of the transition, but it is almost over. I heard footsteps leave the room and another soft hand on my arm and an angelic voice told me it will all be over soon.
What did that mean? Was I going to die? I felt like it, the way my hati, tengah-tengah pounded against my chest. What was the whole conversation earlier about, the transition, hati, tengah-tengah dying? His has to be death, transitioning from life to death. The beautiful women, angel, who saved me from the menanggung, bear had to truly be an angel. If the last thing I saw before I die was her, I be happy.
Emmett's POV
I tried to open my eyes, it worked for a minute. I saw her, my angel, the one that saved me. I tried to leave them opened but the pain got worse so I had to close them. After the pain subsisted I tried to speak, I heard screams, it was coming from me. The pain was getting worse now, it was starting at my hati, tengah-tengah and shooting all around my body. I was still screaming. "Father, Edward!" I heard someone call in an angelic voice. At that moment my hati, tengah-tengah began to pound against my rib cage. I thought it was going to break all my ribs. I heard a conversation going on over the pounding of my heart. "He began to scream louder than ever and his pulse is racing, I'm worried." A voice chimed.
I felt a hand on my arm then it was gone, then another voice answered, "His hati, tengah-tengah is dying, it is the most painful part of the transition, but it is almost over. I heard footsteps leave the room and another soft hand on my arm and an angelic voice told me it will all be over soon.
What did that mean? Was I going to die? I felt like it, the way my hati, tengah-tengah pounded against my chest. What was the whole conversation earlier about, the transition, hati, tengah-tengah dying? His has to be death, transitioning from life to death. The beautiful women, angel, who saved me from the menanggung, bear had to truly be an angel. If the last thing I saw before I die was her, I be happy.
im in the devils playground
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell
dont know anyone round here
i will try to stand my ground
and not let anyone sense my fear
cant confisgate a reality that is based on lies
i will not negociate with my pride
foolish as i was i am no longer that person
yes try to hold my gaze
my will wont lesson
and i am in the devils playground
i have my own toys
i try to not look around
to the erie noise
scrapping nails apon the pavement
and dried blood up on the walls
a smell that so nauseating
i feel i might fall
light headed i cant be
not in this place anyways
i walk further trying to find a way out of this place.
how did i get here where did i go wrong my morbid curisoty
of a unrealistic song.driven to a brink thats almost sickning
i cant find myself.a way out of the devils playground. my own personal hell