Drabble- [B R E A T H] Void experience.

Trembling slender digits creep forth with slow grace, reaching out into an endless abyss -- desperate for just a brush of reality.  With darkness enveloping her, lungs would find themselves denied the air she so desperately gasped for, and in fact she could have sworn blind that two large palms were the cause of her discomfort. But whose? Who held this vice like grip around her svelte frame, to the point that such pressure had brought the small girl to her knees. Little did El know, was that the only demon she was currently fighting against was herself. A panic attack, the first time she had ever felt such agony and fear, but when faced with nothing but an eternal blackness- full of broken promises and thoughts alone; who wouldn’t?.

Shaking her head at own self, Eleven would drag herself to her feet and yell out into the vast openness. She knew why she was there, knew what she was supposed to be doing and yet, all she could do was let out this almighty, gut wrenching wail. In doing so she felt the grip upon her ribs release, allowing a gush of air to force its way down into deflated lungs. Bringing herself back to life before she truly succumbed to the monster she was starting to believe she was. No, she had to stay alive, had to show Papa that she was strong enough and could do what he had asked of her. She would make him proud.

This in turn silenced her wail. No longer was the void filled with her own pain and suffering, instead a relieved sigh trickled from her lips as the youngster finally took a few steps forward-- coming into earshot of an unfamiliar voice. “Listen” a hushed whisper, repeating the word in mind only now as she approached the male, dark orbs lingering upon his tall frame for what felt like an eternity. “Mouth breather” she’d speak, firmly as she raised her left hand in an attempt to reach out towards the man. However, something stopped her, something was pulling her from behind and yet she was unable to look away, unable to see the cold hands that seemingly tried to get her attention.

Though when she did finally withdraw her attention and attempted to turn, it was too late. Instead she was back in the water tank, banging on the glass to get someone, anyones attention. Something else was in there, and this thing was most certainly not a monster. But who?, she had to go back, she had to. But first, Papa had to be proud. He had to have gotten enough of the man's words-- enabling El to be of value time and time again, fearing she'll be tossed in the ‘room’ forever if she finally lost her worth. But right now, all she could think about was the two hands, angered at her own self for not turning sooner to bring vision upon the unidentified being.