From the Darkness

Lena- Awakening

Present day__Days Inn, New Orleans,

The pain___ excruciating, blinding, and all consuming, not so unlike the delicious sin that led her here, brings Lena Keres back to consciousness. As if waking up paralyzed, feeling as if your flesh is melting from your bones, wasn't bad enough, now surely she must be hallucinating, as well. Unable to breathe and seeing the Casper version of the guy who she just f****d into next week looking down at her sends her over the edge.

"Oh Godddd, f**k, fuuuuck, what the f**k is happening" trying to catch a breath between the onslaught of tearing flesh, and the soul racking pain enveloping my body I push through the fog trying to form a coherent thought. Finally able to sit up, taking in my surroundings, it all comes rushing back. Last night, the devilish drummer from the cover band, and this seedy motel. "Rap, Rap, Rap... Mr. Doley, check out was eleven, Mr. Doley?" Calls the room attendant. Seeing his limp body sprawled lifelessly across the bed spurs me into action. "He's still sleeping" I call out, flinching at the croak in my own voice, "we'll come to the front desk soon". With apparent annoyance she called answered "Within the hour or there's an up-charge" . The short brisk clips faded as she got further from the door but there was no relief to be had.

Another breath, another shot of searing pain. Not to mention what I thought was a hallucination when I first came to, I now believe is drummer boys ghost.. yes his freegin ghost! I crawl to the floor length mirror hanging on the bathroom door. "Ohh no. No, no, nope! This isn't, no...just no." It looked like bloody f*****g wings had torn through my flesh, and not pretty butterfly wings, nooo, I get the black, oil slick, raven feather f*****g wings. Wtf does this even mean. What am I.