Wake Me Up And Save Me From The Dark Novels & Stories

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. **

Let's start with our little circles, and soon love will grow everywhere by itself. Always remember #SpreadLoveNotHate ❤ Katherine Monroe ~~~~~~~~~ "We are rooted deep in the darkness And keep growing towards the light (...) Ignite the flame in me Unite with your inner light We should free ourselves from the shadows And the bondage of the night (...)." Epica - Abyss of Time : Countdown to Singularity THE END

Good. That makes this easier. I step back. Breathing hard. Body shaking. But standing. Still standing. “I’m not your weapon,” I say. The words echo. Louder than before. Stronger. “I’m not your system.” The pulse responds. Bright. Alive. With me. “I’m not yours.” Silence. Then— everything goes dark. Again. But this time— it’s different. Not forced. Not controlled. Chosen. And in that darkness— I feel it.

she muttered under her breath as she reached out and pulled back the sheet. My pale, lifeless face came into view before her eyes.

Hello world, Elara. You're going to be okay.

It’s the only thing I have that brings me comfort. “I want to go home. I want to go home. I want to go home,” I whisper over and over. Bright blue light starts to glow above me. I slit my eyes open and look at it, feeling power pulsing from the light. Suddenly, an alarm sounds. I look up, seeing someone rushing toward the glass door with a syringe in their hand. “No,” I cry, tears falling faster and faster. The blue light darkens, and I stand, terrified of what’s to come. “No!” I shout again. “No!”

Staring at the ceiling, my thoughts starting to disturb me again. The betrayal of my best friend. My ruthless husband. My son. And for the nth time, I'm found myself slitting my wrist again. Can somebody help me? Can someone free me from the hell that I'm staying? Save me please .. I'm really tired of living .. Lord .. Until when should I pay for my mistake? Lord, please let me rest. Lord, I can't handle anymore .. Please… free me from all the pain.

I feel my eyes close and darkness takes me. "Queen Ashley, WAKE UP!”

“Thank you. Now let’s sing together.” “Maybe, you’re gonna be the one to save me.” I joined her even though I was out of tune. Her voice could calm the stormy sky. And I loved how she did her own version. “You gonna be the one to save me. And after all, you are my Wonderwall.”