The Figure: Chapter Two

You didn't say anything, nor did the woman. But all you did was stare into her eyes. You felt that content feeling; the peace inside your soul. It was then that you started to cry from reasons unknown. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn't felt this way ever..or anything close to it in that matter. The feeling of happiness or joy had been missing from your life for quite some time and it was strange for this vibe to be not necessarily forcing itself upon you but rather gradually comming into your heart and mind.

Still the woman looked at you with such deep intent. She was searching your soul. But for what? what was in your soul that she wanted? There was nothing there but misery and horrible memorise that were filled with such horrid events.A flashback of some of them suddenly started to form in your mind. It was almost like the woman was pulling them from your thoughts. You closed your eyes with a tight jerking motion.

You saw the fire; your siblings burning before your eyes. The man who shot your parents and was never caught. Your girlfriend that chose the other guy. You saw her death. You saw your own face screaming at your reflection, the mirror shattering. You saw yourself breaking everythinhg around you. You saw the war and the people's heads that were blone off right in front of your eyes. You saw the dark room, and the emptiness in there. You saw yourself sitting there looking at yourself through the woman's eyes. She was putting what she saw, into your own head and you couldn't help but stare. It frightened you, but you seemed to be locked and chained into this state where she was controlling your soul. You tried to resist, and pull away from her grasp she had on you. You didn't want to look at your horrible memorise any longer.

You opened your mouth to scream to see if that would make it stop; the horrible images and lamenting dreams. But as you came to open your mouth everything stopped.