Sisterhood of the travelling boob meets Darius
Jun 24, 2014 18:12:18 GMT -5
Post by cass on Jun 24, 2014 18:12:18 GMT -5
A E L I A V A N D E R W E L L
I was looking all over the place for Leon, I’d promised myself I’d go right up to him and ask him all about the ocean. But I couldn’t see him, I was glancing around everywhere, looking for him, I was turning left and right and stepping on my broken foot. Some bitch had done that, it hurt like hell, and it felt like my life was seeping out through my bones to pool on the ground beneath me. I think I was dying. I’d been in so much pain before in my entire life; I’d never felt so much sharpness slice its way through my limbs, up my leg and into my stomach. It stayed there, taking my breath away, it made breathing hurt; it made my heart heavy and my head sore. I had basically let Owen carry me, but I don’t think he realized that he was carrying me instead of helping me.
I don’t weigh all that much, you see. I’m rather light not much skin on my bones; maybe that was why I was dying already. One hit and I was already going to lose. Everything ached, everything hurt, my body was sore, and the arm that had that little knife ached painfully. Man was that thing hard to swing around, I’d cut some kid deep and hard and it had hurt, their skin had been tougher then my own will, otherwise I’d might of killed them. Maybe. But I couldn’t think of much more then the pain at the moment, it was like a thick could on the open water, you could see the darkness before you, and you tried to run, but the current was not strong enough.
Black stars danced across my vision, and I clung pitifully to whatever I had in my hands. I was going to faint, I think I was, the world was spinning sharply. It was turning and tipping wildly, it was crazier then a ship rocking back and forth on the biggest of waves. It was terrifying; it was like slipping and trying to catch yourself, but finding that the world was falling with you. I wasn’t even exaggerating.
I’m going to throw up.
And I do, with a heave I throw myself forwards onto the ground, the items in my hands fall everywhere and my stomach completely upturns itself. It’s the smell of blood and sweat that keeps me going with the throwing up and all. It’s in my nose, my hair, my skin and my eyes and every time I think that maybe my stomach is empty it finds something else to expel from my body. I’m not sure how long it goes for, I’m not sure where the others are, if they are standing near me or they have moved away. But my body throat hurts and my arms are shaking violently and I try to wipe the mess from my face, but it just won’t go, because more keeps coming.
Ripred, help me.
Gods be good it was a horrible feeling I was getting in my stomach. I felt like my sides were being ripped out by a shark, my body being shaken side to side as it painfully tore itself a part, as my stomach was driven up my throat and out through my mouth. My foot felt worse, a lot worse then that, I was half wondering if cutting it off would be less painful.