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

It's time for you, Forgo those rules, Be the legend you are, By embracing you. Stand at the pinnacle, Of fire and darkness, And scream, For the world to know. Darkness, Arise. Serve me. For I am he, Who was, Before, It became, Darkness. Now rise, And serve me. Baèl, The Eternal One One, two, repeat. Breathe, breathe. Hit. Hit again. Hit harder. Repeat. Curl into a ball, scream out in frustration. Hit harder than ever. Cry.

Until it makes me feel dark! The end.

~TORIN~ Save Me by Jelly Roll echoed around my room, the rough ache in his voice scraping against every raw place inside me while I sat on the edge of the bed with my hands clenched tight in my lap and my head hanging low. Somebody save me… Christ. The song hit too damn close tonight.

With a little push, I can arrive on Earth. "Rose!" "We are not the same. You never fall for me. We are nothing. You and I. Do not even think about me. Do not make me repeat history. There is only darkness from my side." "Then let me light up the light of love." I knew he was going to take me into the light, but what about him? Who is going to save him from the darkness?

I crawl backward, my palms burning and my eyes locked on it. “You need to rest,” the dark haired wolf says but his voice sounds far away. “You’re not okay.” “Kael,” I whisper. “I have to save him.” Darkness……..there is so much darkness. It finally touches me and I scream and scramble away, my nails scraping the floor. Strong arms grab me and lift me off the ground dropping me on the bed as I thrash wildly still screaming on top of my voice. “No! No no no. I have to save him!”

I reach into my mind, my link with Sigmund stronger than the rest of the links with each other. Sigmund, May keeps seeing darkness she wants to save people from it. How can we do this? What does Iris know? It takes a minute longer than normal, but Sigmund answers me. The darkness can be defeated by blessed alcohol. The light will come and take them away. Find a whiskey bottle, fill it up and have May hold it. She must repeat the words I tell her exactly. When she does the Whiskey will be blessed to only take the bad and the darkness away.

"Feel the light. Shining in the dark of night. Remember what we forgot, I know it's a long shot, but we're bringing it all back." --- Jenifer Lopez ●●● "VICTORIA? WE are here." Someone shakes me. "Wake up." "5 more minutes, mom," I mumble. "Victoria, you got to wake up." Someone shakes me again. "Please." I open one eye to see a bright light. "Too bright."

Oh God, I’m crying out for an angelic helping hand which would protect me with all might as the thunderstorm roars through my life I know there is no hiding place but only my almighty God in thee Hide me under your powerful wings where I’ll be secured indeed Turn the rainstorm down on this darkly gruesome yet awesome tempest I know you’re in control God but I’m so tired and drained These things are all your work so I know it’s meant to be only give me wisdom to do what’s expected of me There are precautions I must take as yet on earth I live my life I know I must keep praying and your blessings you will grace my soul. But now, I am tired and I can’t live anymore. Please, accept me in your ar

I curled up beside a rock, able only to hope that my teammates would come back for me. Two hours passed. I was soaked through and beginning to suffer from hypothermia. I collapsed to the ground, my consciousness hazy. At that moment, my phone rang. It was Stefan. He asked where I was. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Before I lost consciousness completely, I vaguely saw a familiar figure running toward me. Stefan saved me. He carried me down the hill and successfully met up with the search team. When I woke, I was in his arms.

Whenever drowsiness crept in, she would drive the sharp tip into her own thigh without hesitation. The agony jolted her awake instantly, cold sweat breaking across her forehead. Her thighs were now covered in wounds identical to the ones that had once marked mine. New scars layered over old ones, a horrifying sight. She believed that as long as she felt the pain I once endured—as long as she stayed awake—I would come back. "Cecelia, I'm not asleep. I'm awake. I've been awake the whole time." She muttered to the empty room. She opened the bottle of medicated oil, now half evaporated, and poured it over her festering wounds. The sting made her whole body tremble, but she smiled instead. "It wo