Wake Me Up And Save Me From The Dark の小説・ストーリー

She continued running and singing “….bring me to life…I’ve been living a lie…there’s nothing inside….bring me to life….Frozen inside without your touch…without your love, darling…Only you are the life among the dead…all this time, I can’t believe I couldn’t see…kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me…I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems…I’ve got to open my eyes to everything….without a thought…without a voice…without a soul….don’t let me die here….there must be something wrong, bring me to life….wake me up inside (save me)….call my name and save me from the dark (wake me up)….bid my blood to run (I can’t wake up)….before I come undone (save me)….save me from the nothing I

◇DHRUV POV◇ I still can't understand what made her to protect me by shedding her blood I don't know what exactly happening to me but she is making me to remember someone I know that feeling making me anger but I can't hate this little girl she is something special she is sleeping peacefully by holding exactly like someone I know why I'm comparing her with that person what's making me to draw comparison between these both after all these years why I'm remembering that person zach came inside and said "sir madam mobile" I took the mobile I seen so many missed calls

*** “In the beautiful day of spring, everything became perfect as it seem, The laughter of summer curves well in her lips, As her life filled with lots of gifts, For the first time in her life she felt happy, It felt like a dream. Until the day of darkness appears in fall and destroyed them all, Everything was perfect, Everything was supposed to be perfect, Why did it have to be this cruel? She asked and cried Until the darkness that she kept for so long, Mistakenly awaken itself” *** “Don’t worry, I got you,” someone whispered. Everything was blurry and the night was filled with darkness as the rain fell down in the sky. The girl was unconscious and as the world bagan to recommence. AZRAEL

In the far end of the ceiling, there was a camera, and next to it was a red security alarm, since the entire room was, white it was difficult for me to spot the door. “Hello! Please, someone, let me out, please, hello!” I shouted. I yelled and pulled, but no one came to help me. I did the same routine for hours and hours until I finally gave up, accepting my faith. I stared into the lights onto the ceiling, humming a lullaby my mom used to sing for me when I was a child when I was startled by a buzzing noise. I sat up onto the bed to the sight of a man in a white coat.

(Pauses, then carefully examines the girl's neck) Please present your neck for inspection. Villagers were whispering and speculating among themselves, "Do you see any marks?" "What if they find the lightning bolt?" "The Zura could be among them." The High Council member moved to the next girl, ‘Your cooperation is crucial to our realm's future. (Gently inspects the girl's neck) Please hold steady.’

I promise I'll find you again, Angel and you will be loved this time. I'll be better man for you. I promise! The darkness finally took over.

They had attacked me and destroyed my soul. The darkness encompasses my mind. I…should… The pain shot into my eyes, and I could finally see—the truth that was the black darkness, the death that was the real awakening—Saltos, the Messiah. "I see it now. I see it now." "Yes you do." He smiled and patted me on the back. "They have to die.”

Before I closed my eyes, I noticed the blurred outline of someone hover above me. “Who are you? How did you get here?” A man said with a soft voice and he reached out and carried me, holding me close to his body. “You are injured and burnt, we need to get you somewhere safe….” “No-” I mumbled as I sank into darkness… I didn't want to be saved, not anymore. **

anything. But the darkness yields nothing. It remains stubbornly silent, stubbornly empty. Despair threatens to engulf me again, a cold, suffocating wave that threatens to drown my spirit. But I refuse to succumb. I refuse to let the darkness win. I am Christopher, and I am a survivor. I will not be broken. I will not be defeated. I will find a way out of this hellhole. And when I do, I will make them pay. The darkness may be my prison, but it will not be my grave. I will emerge from this darkness stronger, more determined, more ruthless than ever before.

And I felt the light slowly going out of me. But a spark kept me going. I will survive. I will escape. For Chase. For our love. I cling to that spark, my lifeline in this desolate darkness. And I wait. And I scream. And I pray. For someone, anyone, to hear me. To find me. To save me. Before it's too late. I drifted in and out of consciousness, my mind foggy from hunger, thirst, and exhaustion. How long had it been since the last time I woke up? I couldn’t tell. The darkness seemed to have a physical presence, suffocating me.