(Viewpoint: Ela)
The door closes.
A simple noise. Clear.
And then… nothing.
The silence falls suddenly, thick, almost tangible. It settles in the room like a presence. It glides along the white walls, clings to the bed, seeps into my chest.
I'm not moving.
My fingers are still clenched in the sheets. I can barely feel them anymore.
The ceiling feels like it's crashing down on me.
I start fixing it.
A long time.
Then my breathing becomes erratic.
A slight discrepancy. Almost nothing. A breath that doesn't quite catch. Another that trembles.
I close my eyes.
– …calm down…
My voice is low. Almost foreign.
I've always done it. Always controlled. Always contained.
But there-
There's no response.
Something is coming up.
Not a clear memory. Not a precise image.
Just… a feeling.
An urge to cry
My chest suddenly tightened.
Fort.
I place a hand on my chest, as if I could open it up, understand what is blocking it, what is screaming inside.
– …no…
I grit my teeth.
Breathe.
Again.
But it's rising.
Again.
And again.
A strange heat spreads beneath my skin. My temples throb. My heart races for no logical reason. Each beat resonates in my head like a dull thud.
I slowly straighten up.
The ground is swaying slightly.
I cling to the edge of the bed.
– …get a grip…
I hate it.
This weakness. This loss.
I've never been like that.
Never.
I hate showing this emotion
So why now?
A word slipped into my mind
Roum .
And everything changes.
My breath catches in my throat.
I remain frozen.
His name still resonates. Like an echo. Like something forbidden.
– …Roum …
I whisper it, what have I forgotten?
And this time…
The pain explodes.
I bend forward slightly, one hand pressed against my chest, the other gripping the mattress.
Nothing.
The emptiness in my head.
A hole.
I suddenly raise my head.
– …what was it…
My fingers are trembling.
I don't remember. Not completely.
And it's worse.
I get up abruptly.
Too fast.
My legs almost give way, but I hold on. I take one step. Then another.
The room is too small and my vision is blurred.
I run my hand along the wall.
I need to find a way out
I'm spinning around.
Look at every angle. Every detail.
Everything is too… controlled.
Too quiet.
Even the air seems to hammer the Tampen at me
– …where is Alpha-1…?
I will murmur.
Harder.
She is never absent.
Can't she see them? Why isn't she looking for them?
Why is no one answering?
For what-
A wave of dizziness washes over me.
I'm swaying slightly.
My vision is blurring.
And there
A violent spike in my head.
I put a hand to my face.
And I can't feel anything anymore.
The floor is coming loose.
My fingers tremble slightly as I touch the ground.
The abnormal heat is making me breathless.
Pressure.
A wave.
I can no longer move
But it doesn't stop there.
It's growing.
It's overflowing.
A sudden, uncontrollable sadness.
That doesn't make sense.
Not under control.
My throat trembles and my sobs overwhelm me
– …STOP…
But it doesn't stop there.
It just keeps going.
A sob rises.
I block him by force, but he comes back even more violent.
My chest tightens.
Again.
Again.
I'm having trouble breathing.
Too fast.
Too strong.
– …is… not…
My voice disappears.
And the tears come.
Without warning.
Without control.
I can feel them sinking.
Hot.
Useless
I hate it.
I hate it.
I clench my fists.
My nails dig into my skin.
– …stop…
But my body no longer obeys me.
I see the purple marks spreading slightly on my fingers.
I feel it under my skin, amplifying it, nourishing it.
Bip !
A noise.
The door.
It opens suddenly.
Masked white figures rush towards me
Fast.
My vision is blurry.
– …clear…
My voice is weak.
Useless.
They are not responding.
Stupid machine
Obviously.
They are approaching.
Synchronized.
Precise.
A hand grabbed my arm.
Firmly.
I reacted immediately.
- COWARD-
But I don't have the strength.
Another hand is supporting my shoulder.
I try to struggle.
Nothing.
My body is too weak.
– …let go of me …
Before I feel a needle slide into my skin
A syringe.
A liquid is slipping into my blood.
And
Everything seems to slow down, and the pressure eases.
My muscles are giving out.
My fingers loosen.
My breathing slows down.
The pain becomes blurred.
Sadness too.
As if suffocated.
As if locked behind an invisible wall.
The marks disappear, leaving only intense pain.
The silhouettes hold me and rest me on the bed.
Gently.
I no longer have the strength to protest.
My eyes close and peace returns.
A final, vague thought settled in.
My Roum .
And the black…