Part 2: Despair

Part 2: Despair

Following some positive feedback from some people who have read my first experiment at second person, I’ve decided to continue. This account that you’ll be introduced to is similar yet, so very not similar to the pervious one. You’ll understand when you read this second part. And just so you know, there’ll be 3 part’s in total, maybe 4 if I can link the three in some way. So yeah, you ready?

Its burns, doesn’t it?

That torch lighting the distance seems ever-so far away in the pitch black. You take a step forward, your feet firmly on the ground. It’s like before isn’t it? But you’ve received a second chance. How fortunate. The last time you attempted this, you died, remember? Mud, claws, swallowing, laughing…darkness? Hmmm, well now you’re back to where you started. Try to be more cautious this time, OK?

Laughing from behind. Ignore it. It’s your mates. If you’d learnt from you last mistake, you’d sprint out the cave knowing the dangers that lay ahead. You and your stubbornness, but I guess your friends are more important aren’t they? You plod on. Each step a cautious one. The walls are submerged in ash and…eyes. You look away quickly diverting your attention to the torch in the distance. It’s getting closer and so far, things seem to be panning out OK. Maybe this second chance want’s you to succeed.

“Hurry up! Geez, you’re going awfully slowly.”

“Leave him alone, the torch will be used for….” You don’t hear the rest, only the soft giggling as your friends laugh aloud and now start to spur you on.

The smell suddenly hits you. Lavender, peach and vanilla. How refreshing and welcoming, but so odd. You take a deep breath, inhaling the beautiful smells. How very different from last time. A smile lights your face. Why are you so happy? This isn’t over…no, not by a long shot.

The smell that once had you smiling now seems to disappear. Burning. You sniff twice, but your senses aren’t lying to you. Something is burning. Was it outside? Inside? You then gaze at the torch which is within reaching distance. Maybe it’s the torch, you ask. Your friends laugh again.

“Hey, you’re missing out dude; we’re burning a live hedgehog. It’s so awesome. It’s curled into a ball, and there’s a small squeaking sound. Almost like crying.”

“Sweet, let me hear.”

“Wait man; let’s just cover it with more oil.”

“Any more matches left?”

“Nope. Let’s wait for the torch to arrive so we can burn some more stuff.”

“Something bigger this time.”

The conversation was followed by sick twisted cackling. Your friends are bastards. Why do hang around them? They’re using you like a bitch, but yet you still do all their dirty work. All for what? To hang around their perverse morals and do what they do? You jerk.

Your dry hand grasps around the torch and you lift it out. About time I say. You turn to see the entrance to the cave. A welcoming sight. You’re nearly there now, don’t screw up.

Your friends aren’t standing outside by the entrance. I told you they would leave. They don’t care about you or the torch. It was just to show how much of a bitch you were to them. You curse aloud trying to shut the voice up.

The intensity of the light makes you squint as you stand outside the now pitch black cave. You hold the torch steadily in your right hand and wipe your forehead with your left.

“About time, jackass.” Laughter follows.

“Yeah. Hand us the torch, now.”

Do what they say; after all, you are their bitch. You hand the torch to the largest of them. He snatches it off you and ruffles your hair. Treating you like a dog to. Humph.

“Hey, you wanna see the hedgehog dude?”

You nod.

“Err, Peterson, we threw the hedgehog into the lake nearby, remember?”

Peterson. What a name. Humph.

“That’s fine. I mean it is a real bummer, because I really wanted to show it too. To do all that hard work, and for what? No worries, we’ll have to burn something else then.”

They laugh again, now even more sinister.

“I’ve heard you’ve made out with my mate. Is that true?”

You’ve made out with his mate? You don’t have time to respond. You know this is all false accusations, but why?

“You think you can go around doing shit like that? Do you?”

You try and protest. Waving your arms about, turning to the others for support but their face is almost as enraged as Petersons. You’re in trouble? Unlucky.

Peterson gives a smile. A twisted smile, one that he did when he had one of his sick thoughts.

“Do it.”

Do it? You look around anxiously. They’re closing in. You try running through a gap but Peterson slams you down on the floor. Damn, you’re in a bit of a pickle now aren’t you?

“Pass me the oil.”

You shuffle on the floor trying to break free but it’s no use, the grip is too tight. You kick your legs up hitting the back of Peterson. Bad move.

“What the f-” Peterson follows up with a swing to your face. A crunch. You feel nothing at first, hoping he’s missed, hoping to tell you, ‘I’m only messing around, let’s go and get something to eat.’ You wish. A warm sensation is felt tricking down your brow. It runs down your nose and across your mouth. You taste it. Blood.

“I’ve got to tell you something. Firstly, thanks for bringing the torch. I mean you have balls to do that. And secondly…” Peterson starts pouring oil all over your body smiling as he does it. “I know you haven’t made out with my friend.”

“Bring me the torch.”

Oh shit. You’re really screwed now aren’t you? This is as bad as last time, maybe worse. I really feel for you dude, I really do. You can only hope you have a third go otherwise it’s bye-bye.

“Do it already Peterson.”

Your eyes widen, you try to release the grip with sudden movements. You shout. Moan. Tears well in your eyes as you stare at your friends who’ve gathered round to witness the spectacle.

Pain.

Pain like nothing you’ve witnessed before. The heat begins devouring you, eating you bit by bit. You scream, but it goes unanswered, only your friends laughing. You try removing your clothes, but your flesh it melting. Blood oozes out, and now your head is about to explode.

You curl up on the floor, trying to cry. It’s over and you know it. No use in fighting. You feel the heat ready to deliver the final blow. You turn your head to the side and see a ball. No. A spiky black ball. The hedgehog. Its eyes stare blankly into yours. You imagine the soft weeping sound as it did like you did.

It’s over; let your fate take you. Just hope for a third chance as this maybe out last meeting. The flames die down, along with your heart.

It burns, doesn’t it?

And finish. Phew. That dragged on for more then I imagined. It’s a strange story as it isn’t a story…If you understand. But yeah, I did it longer then the previous, as I felt being as short as it was last time, was clearly not enough. Please comment.