Excerpt of Possession Of My Soul by Kia Carrington-Russell

“Hello?” I croaked. My kidney had felt like it had frozen; shards of ice
stabbed me from inside. My knees buckled and I fell, tumbling to the
pavement. I managed to keep a firm grip on the phone that was now clutched to
my stomach. I opened my lips to release a scream–the pain was horrific—but no
noise left my mouth, leaving the tension locked inside my body.

“Karla, where are you?” Mum’s voice was panicked and teary; my dear mother
that had always took care of me. My body felt like it was decomposing under
the force of a hundred spears. My wrist shook with the intensity of
supporting my weight against the pavement. It felt like a good time to tell
mum that I loved her and that this may be goodbye- because that’s what my
body was telling me.

“Karla?” I could hear the pain in her voice. “Karla, you need to get home.
Now.” I heard my dad in the background telling mum to ask where I was and
where he could pick me up. It ripped me to shreds to imagine how heartbroken
they would be to know how much pain I was in. I braced myself and yelped as I
resurrected my body, only for my feet to sink once again beneath my weight.

“Karla, I’m so sorry, baby!” Mum started crying and I heard the shifting of
the phone. My body felt like it was drifting—panic swept over me making my
pain unbearable.

“Karla? Karla?” Dad’s voice was as frantic as mum’s. “Karla, get home now. We
have things to discuss.” He sounded jumpy and tearful. I took one step back,
and my leg buckled again. I tried dragging the other leg under my body but
they could no longer move. My body is shutting down on me.

My eyesight was blurring into blotches of black and then, blotches of green.
The pain was like venom triggering every nerve of my body to shut down. I
can’t handle it anymore. “I love you,” I gasped into the phone, while tears
replaced the stream of rain drenching my face.

“What? Are they there? Don‘t become what they want you to, sweetie. Please!”
my dad shouted. I heard mum scream in the background and I felt her pain
layer on top of mine. I can’t breathe. Don’t become what they want me to?
What is Dad talking about?

“What who wants me to be?” I whispered, wincing as I felt myself dipping in
and out of consciousness. A loud ring echoed through my head blocking out the
noise of my father and the rain; then silence. All noise was lost. My knees
collapsed at the same time as the world around me. I can’t breathe. I can’t
breathe. I thudded to the ground again, barely able to see my hands in front
of my face. My lungs wouldn’t accept any air now.

My body had completely stopped. My mouth filled up with blood, and I could
feel it dribble onto the road underneath my face. Relief and fear was all
that functioned in my mind. Relief to know that the pain will go away; fear
to know that I’m dying.

I felt ice-cold hands lifting me off the ground from the waist while another
hand cradled my head. My eyesight could only determine the outline of his
shadowy face. The sadness it contained reflected my own. Rain washed over
his face and dripped off onto mine. His lips moved as if he were shouting,
but I heard none of his rage or furry. Only bliss. My face was cradled in
Lucas’s chest; he was embracing me in his arms. My eyesight slowly was taken
away from me, leaving me in the dark. I can’t breathe.