There are brief moments of lucidity.
you've always been bad at focusing so you don't think much of it usually
A hand in yours, pulling you as fast as you can go down a seemingly endless hallway.
is this weird this feels weird you can't tell if this is weird and any attempt to focus on why leaves you more confused than you started you can't think about it you can barely think at all here
Time snaps back into place.
and you don't know how to comprehend anything with your head feeling like a spike is being driven through it how long have you been here how long have you been here how long can you stay here before it drives you mad how long do you have to live like this
You stop as though there are roots anchoring you to the ground
and you can't help but imagine those roots going down down down into hell as though that association is supposed to mean something and you feel a sense of belonging thinking of the earth as though your subconscious wants you to drop to your knees and fall down down down with the roots as though you may already be dead as though this is already eternal torment
She stops too but the hand in yours never wavers. Grows tighter. You can tell she feels the same splitting headache and has the same fog by the way her brows furrow. By the way she drops her usual countenance of older sister. By the way she is just as scared as you.
and you feel dizzy and you feel nauseous and you feel everything stretching and contorting around you like a funhouse mirror and you feel both ancient and far too young and you feel and you feel and you feel
You make eye contact and try and stick it out. This isn't the first time this has happened and it likely won't be the last, though you won't remember it in a few minutes.
and there is an ever growing sense of dread that comes out of your throat and wraps around you like a hand ready to drag you to hell and she's getting blurry as your mind tries to adjust and if you fell she wouldn't be able catch you
There are brief moments where you feel like this could kill you.
and you pray to something you may not believe in that even if you die she continues living and the truth neither of you want to acknowledge is that both of you would die for each other and maybe self sacrifice runs in the family or maybe it's a sibling thing or maybe you both feel a morbid pull to the deceased
There are, luckily for you both, only brief moments of lucidity.
