Blood

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Fans, readers, you lot;

I am nearing an end with my first completed (well almost) novel and I have only a few chapters left to write and publish before I upload the epilogue. I will be adding the prologue to the epilogue chapter as if I added it to the first chapter, that would make a daunting 8 pages which I know people aren't always so keen on.

Since I will soon begin editing, I would be incredibly grateful for some useful critiscm (feel free to shout down the book). Chapters 3 and 4 are the ones I feel need most improving.

Thanks and enjoy!

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What happened next was all a blur for me. The wind seemed to die down, its screams no longer audible, but I could still feel it hitting my body, tearing at my clothes and slashing at my skin. The cold increased but my tremors stopped, the blanket of cool air wrapping around me but no longer making me shiver. I could smell blood, from what I was unsure, but I was certain it was blood. It’s cool metallic smell, iron-like almost, tickled my nose and seemed to grow in strength as a strange whistling noise began to grow in my head, becoming louder and louder. My vision clouded, bathing me in white light, and now all I could hear was the whistling, and all I could smell was the blood. The wind no longer buffeted me and my mouth was dry, tasteless. The whistling grew and grew in volume till I wanted to clutch my head in pain but I had no arms, no hands, I was just there.

I tried to force words out but I had no mouth, no voice, no say.

I thought as loud as I could, screaming for Monique in the emptiness of my mind, but there was no reply.

I was alone.

The smell of blood was now overpowering and then suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I tried to inhale, heck, I even tried to exhale, but there was nothing, no mouth, no nose and no air. My heart went into overdrive and I tried desperately to breathe, trying to hear, trying to taste and even trying to feel, but there was nothing. I couldn’t taste anything, I couldn’t feel anything and I couldn’t hear anything.

The strong stench of blood blocking my nose made me want to wretch but there was nothing there, I couldn’t even gag.

The whiteness was now blinding and I couldn’t close my eyes, I couldn’t even blink.

I tried to scream; I tried so hard. The yells and bellows echoed through my mind but did not make it to my lips and still I couldn’t breathe.

Again I attempted to call for Monique, screaming for her, begging for her, and when I didn’t think this horrible ordeal could get any worse, everything stopped.

The moment did not seem sudden, nor did it seem gradual. I just became aware of it, just like that.

I couldn’t smell the blood anymore, I couldn’t feel my heartbeat, and the whiteness was gone, replaced by a nothingness which held no colour, impossible but there it was, actual nothingness.

There was nothing and that was that.

To my surprise, this revelation did not scare me. There was nothing to be scared of because there was nothing. Only my thoughts remained and then again, they all seemed sluggish, stopped on this moment with no worries and no care. There was nothing to worry about, I wasn’t sure where I was but I didn’t care because there was nothing.

For those moments which felt both like seconds and like decades, I existed in a dull peace only thinking of the nothingness of nothing which was my current existence. I relished the peace, savouring it, enjoying it and then I hated it, screaming at it and cursing it. That, for those second-less moments, was my existence.