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Her body no longer layed on the hard white bed like it had previously used to. Instead, the girl now sat on the cold, hard, birch wooden hospital floor. Her upper body was propped up against the frigid bed & her legs were pressed together. The sight was certainly... 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦. However, this was not the first time she'd seen something like this. It was just a different version to all the other previous ones.
It had seemed as though the girl's eyes were ripped, carved out of her eye-sockets & carried to the other end of the room. Despite that, Mykola could still strangely see everything perfectly in the pitch black dark. The only light she had was the decrescent moonlight that gently shined through the window. Nevertheless, it only illuminated the dying flowers which lay on the dark oak nightstand near her bed. Now, it was almost like the girl's consciousness had been dragged to the room's ceiling & she could see her body stained in different shades of burgundy. It was a weird out-of-body experience & Mykola saw everything she didn't want or need to.
There wasn't a singular body part that hadn't been stained with blood. Mykola's white clothes provided by hospital staff had been 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 in the red liquid. It looked as if she’d been in a bloody fight or was sprayed somehow with blood as her severed, bony fingers sloppily dirtied the hospital floor… Something didn’t seem right. Something was missing from Mykola's face. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. Some sort of eternal darkness that hid in those hollow sockets had begun staring back at Mykola’s consciousness. The empty, bloody void began to smile at her.
Mykola's face no longer resembled a human's. It almost looked... unnaturally disfigured. The corners of her gaping mouth had deeply engraved & carved in wounds that almost reached Mykola’s ears, making her smile just like the empty, bloodied void. Half of Mykola's arm was missing, now replaced with a wooden 𝘥𝘰𝘭— Actually, her forearm hadn't been sliced off at the rear of her elbow & discarded somewhere unknown. It was stuffed inside the wood, making it seem as though the wood may burst any second from the immense pressure. Her blood kept on pooling & oozing from the inside of the doll’s arm, leaking onto the hardwood floor as the planks absorbed the liquid.
To make it even worse, Mykola’s neck was left to hang in the most barbarically possible, no longer human way. The bone had been broken in more ways than one & now was left to dangle in the most inhumane pose for only God knows how fucking long.
The girl felt a sudden urge to turn away & gag, attempting not to puke after examining the body. For the first time in years she’d never felt 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 repulsed. No longer had this looked like some outtake from a horror film like all the other previous ones. This time, it was pure terror.
Mykola wanted to turn around, far far away from that sight. It was a disgustingly sickening & rotten feeling. After so many nights of seeing a constantly different version of her own body, she still hadn't gotten used to these... these visions.
Her widened gaze slowly returned towards her rotting corpse. Drops of blood beginning to flow from her gaping mouth. Mykola began vomiting her own blood as tears of the red burgundy 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘪—
- 𝐌𝐘𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀!
A voice shook her awake, making the girl almost jump out of bed to the sound of the shouting. She sat up instead of lying down on that hard hospital bed. The sickening feeling had still stayed with her. Mykola’s head immediately dashed towards her right side, instantly finding the person who called for her.
- Get out of bed. Something broke through the wall, and we need you on the front lines now. Hurry up and get ready. - a man with short black hair & an undercut passed Mykola's blade onto her bed.
Mykola continued sitting as her gaze shifted towards the sword.
- Hey, what's wrong? Has the wound on your arm not healed?
The girl raised up her sleeve, seeing a large scar on her forearm that resembled a bite mark. No longer had the bloody wound look so gruesome like it did around two months ago. Mykola looked back at the blade.
- No, no, it healed. It's just… 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.