Gar’dumor’s Truth (A Drabble Series, Part 11)

Chills, and panic swells; my mind splits in two.

The wrong faces fly. Screaming.

You are so—

“Don’t you—”

Can’t think…

—heavy with—

“—what you’re—”

Can’t breathe…

—worry—

“—doing!”

Cracking. Crumbling. I am… breaking.

Bits of earth pellet me. Thrashes of water pull me.

The diamond will not let go.

“Please,” I beg, gasping, “let us leave.”

You must let go… A laugh like rustling leaves. I had thought your kind ready—

Something crashes into my chest, my hand peels from the diamond, and I’m…

Free.

And sinking under a crushing, crushing weight.

Movement beside me. I already know who…