Chapter 58

Demons in the bodies of what looked like humans, but not quite...

He was a man that had no one to care for anymore, nor anyone to care for him.

He was lonely, scared, distraught... Hell, he hadn't even gotten enough time to allow the situation to fully sink in.

Every day he found himself running from a new danger. A new problem. A new threat that might tear another leg or arm off, and maybe if he were lucky enough, even his head.

"Haha *Sob* HAHAHAHA *Sob* HAHAHAHAHA *Hic*"

Tears poured out of his eyes... Out of my eyes.

They were like glistening waterfalls, each one of its droplets holding a memory that now has come to pass.

"M-Mom... D-Dad... Emily. Crystal. Everyone." My cries, my sobs, and my wails grew louder and louder.

"Why did you leave me?" I asked with a little bit of anger in my voice.

"Why did you all leave me to suffer alone?" I asked once again, my questions not really directed at anyone. Maybe I was speaking to myself, or maybe I had gone crazy. Who could tell?

Yet there was one thing that I was certain of, and that was that I myself didn't know how I was feeling.

My echoing laughs intertwined with my wails of dismay and sorrow, further mixed in with my cries of anger.

My body slowly moved in and curled up into a ball that rocked back and forth with my hand grabbing onto my hair as if wanting to rip them out.

My sobs did not waver and my cries of agony were just as loud as before.

The phantom pain from earlier where I felt as if my hand had been bitten into still resonated in me, yet I could feel it being dramatically nullified by the pain of loss.

While I cried my heart out, I slowly felt hands, hundreds of hands placed onto my shoulders and back. The feeling was abnormal as if hundreds of hands passed through once another, yet every one of them touched me at different intervals.