try to speak
No words leave your mouth. A stunted breath escapes your chaifed lips
but that is all, yet in that breath is conveyed your fear and hatred
towards this thing that holds you to the ground.
'WHY...?'
A moan of anguish, of intolerable agony of the soul. In your chest
your heart is encased in the black depths of misery that is carried by
this voice.
'WWWWWWWHHHHHHHHYYYYYYY?'
This time the misery is tinged with fury. You are thrust back, now
sprawled across the doorway to the house. Tears of a pain not your own
run down your face.
You open your mouth to answer.
As you are pulled towards the ground you try to speak, to let out some
gasp of sound that might bring aid.
