Late Night Consequences (10stare)

(OOC: Okay, this'll be my second to last, and my next one that I'll post tonight will be my last. Oh, and all the stuff that happens to her are hallucinations.)

[glow=blue,1,000]Luna... Luna... hurry up Luna... you're falling behind...[/glow]
The voices are getting distant. Farther and farther away. Incredibly slow but unthinkably fast. They can't leave me here.
"Wait!" what I intended to be just a thought escapes my lips. "Wait! Come back! Don't leave!"
[glow=blue,1,000]We can't wait forever, Luna...[/glow]
"I can't leave Flight!" I say, again saying my thoughts aloud.
[glow=blue,1,000]Flight... Flight... Flight will be fine, Luna... You'll come right back...[/glow]
They're such beautiful voices, I want to believe their lies. After all, reality no longer makes sense. I can't comprehend the world around me. What's worth staying here? There was something... some reason...
And then it comes. I shooting stab through my head. I reach up, but there is nothing there. No one there. And then another, through the arm I reached up with. I scream in pain and grip it, staring at the dancing flames that are on top of it. "My arm! My arm's on fire!"
The walls of the place I am in are turning all different colors, and the burning fire has turned pink, crawling up to my shoulder.
My other arm begins to burn, and I look to see thousands of spiders biting into my flesh and crawling up farther. "Spiders! Spiders!"
[glow=blue,1,000]We can help, Luna... just come with us... the pain will stop...[/glow]
The beautiful voices are closer now, and at my struggle, their voices become urgent.
"Flight!" I scream. "Flight, the spiders are biting me! Get them off!"
[glow=blue,1,000]Flight can do nothing, Luna... but we can... just come... come...[/glow]
My leg begins to feel nump, and I look to see a snake wrapping around me, tighter and tighter. It looks at me with bright red eyes and hisses.
I start shaking my leg wildly. "Get it off! Get it off!"
The snake wraps tighter and tighter.
[glow=blue,1,000]Hurry Luna... we have to leave soon...[/glow]
"Make it stop Flight!" I scream. "Make it stop!"
I reach down to the snake with my burning arm and try to rip the snake off, but my arms pass right through it and grabs my rough jeans, ripping off the faibric that covered my shin. Nothing will make it stop. Nothing seems to help.
So this is how I die? By snakes and spiders and fire?
[glow=blue,1,000]No, Luna... we can help... just come with us... it'll be fine... it'll stop...[/glow]
Isn't that what I want? For the pain to stop? Or was it... to stay here? I'm so confused. To stay here would mean pain. Wouldn't it be easier to go.
But I grip the ground beneath me which is slowly turning to slime and try to hold on, to be strong.
I don't know why, but I have to stay for someone named Flight.

Words.
Words fill my ears and echo all around me, but they no longer make sense. I recognize the words but don't know their meanings, just like recognizing a person but not remembering their name.
Along with the words is a steady pounding, like a loud drum inside my head. I want it to stop but it won't. And neither will the horrors.
The pink flames have made their way up to my shoulder and down my leg, meeting up with the snake that's curled around my shin. The spiders have also crawled down the entire other half of my body and are making their way up my neck. I desperately try to scratch them off, but my hands only touch skin. So instead, I focus on the snake, trying again and again to rip it off until my once long pant leg only comes halfway down my thigh. I dig my nails into my skin where the fire is burning, trying desperately to put it out, and only end up making my arm bleed.
Finally, I give up, and lay still, moaning as the pain increases. Little cries escape my lips here and there.
The spiders have reached my jaw, biting. The beautiful voices are gone, and I miss them. But it's obvious they aren't coming back. I should have left when I could.
So now I'm here in this agonizing torture until I die. But before the spiders reach my lips, I have to tell someone something... Flight...
"Flight," I say, even though I have no idea who Flight is. "I... I don't have my knife on me, but I might... might have money... whatever helps you, take it."
What? What am I saying? It's like my lips are moving on their own, my throat joining it. Who am I talking to?
And then I slowly begin to fade away, the spiders covering my lips, my nose, my eyes, my entire face.
The last sane thought my mind forms before I black out is that I remember leaving my knife on the floor where I sleep.

(OOC: Ooops! Sorry, missed the arms pinned thing, but I don't have time to change it. Bye! See ya in two weeks!)

The sea seems to go on forever.
Dark and mysterious in the neverending night, warm and cold at the same time against my skin as I float on top of it, rising and falling with the waves. Peacefull and lulling, and I feel so tired, yet so awake.
Above me, a million stars swirl against blue violet. A hundred shooting stars pass over it, making the sky look alive. There is no moon, no moonlight. That's okay, though. I love the stars...
My hair swirls around my head on the surface. I won't pass through, won't go under. It's like oil and water.
Suddenly, swirling blue lights appear around me.
Time to go, Luna. Time to leave.
The beautiful voices seem less tempting for some reason, though.
"No," I say quietly. "I... I think I'll stay here."
The voices are suddenly cold, although just as beautiful.
You can not stay here, Luna. You may not stay on the line forever."The line?" I ask sleepily, my eyes still fixed on the sky. "What's that?"
The line between pain and peace. Between reality and fantasy. Between life... and death.
"Death?" I say, suddenly alarmed. "I can't leave! I promised Flight!"
Suddenly, the lights turn bright red, the voices becoming harsh and unforgiving.'
[glow=red,100]Flight! Promise! You will not live because of some foolish promise![/glow]
The sudden transformation scares me, and with the fear, I feel myself floating off the ocean, towards the stars. I was right about the sky. Not only is it alive. It is life its self.
"I don't live because of that promise," I whisper to the screeching lights below me. "I live for it."
And then I'm heading at a great speed towards the stars, faster and faster, brighter and brighter, until there is a sudden blast of white light that is blinding.
What's going on? I think frantically, terrified.
And there's that annoying, mocking little voice in the back of my head.
You opened your eyes, stupid.

OOC: Wow. I've been planning that one for a while, but I didn't think it would turn out this good!

For a moment, I'm confused. I feel Flight, burying her face in my neck, and wonder what's going on. How long was I unconscoius? Seconds, minutes, hours?
"L-Luna, oh god, you're alive!" she sobs. "I couldn't feel a heartbeat and your eyes were closed and you weren't breathing and I thought-I thought..."
This brings back a crashing reality. I wasn't gone. I wasn't dead. I was close, but not dead. That's impossible. So why... how...?
"Flight," I say quietly. "My heart never stopped. It almost did, but I'm sure I was alive. They... they wanted me to come with them... to die... but I refused. I'd never leave you, Flight. And then... they turned ugly, screaming and screeching at me, but I didn't want to die. I wanted to live. Because... because I couldn't break my promise, Flight. I promised."
All this time a stoke her hair, hoping, needing her to realize I wasn't dead. I never left her.
Because I can't bear the thought of her thinking I broke my promise when I just turned my back on total peace and happiness to keep it.

(OOC: Yup. But I sometimes don't have time to post in all my threads at once.)

"Here," I say, using my thumb and fingers to squeeze the stiff muscels on her arm. "This might help."
In her eyes is determination, and I silently wonder what she's thinking.
Then I begin to laugh, my eyes brightening and my shoulders shaking. Not waiting for her to ask what's so funny, I say, "Imagine what would happen if someone had to get up to go to the bathroom right now?"
When my laughter dies down, I shake my head in amusement.
"Poor girl..."
Then I look down at Flight again. "Better?"

(OOC: Sorry it's so short.)