Well it should.
Sadly, it's been raining all weekend and hasn't been warm at all. So the pool isn't all that great. Despite that, I've gone swimming at LEAST four or five times in the last couple of days. Hurray for me.
I'm in a rut guys. I hate ruts. They are awful for the soul and a pain to get out of.
Deep sigh....
Sienna part 2, Enjoy
PS. Did anyone like my cliff hanger? I found it thoroughly annoying. HA! I love playing God.
To be honest it was more of a squeal that an scream, pitiful really, my throat was so tight I couldn’t get a real scream out. I felt like a pig... at a butchers.
It moved faster than I had ever expected. As soon as the shriek had left my mouth I was flying. The Golden-Eyed monster had backhanded me, sending me crashing into the underbrush. The wind left me in a woosh as I hit a tree a few feet away, everything was spinning and sharp, bright lights exploded behind my eyes. I couldn’t see, everything floated just beyond the dark fuzzy cloud that obstructed my view. Gasping for air and crying in pain, I slumped over grasping my shoulder where the monster had struck me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move my arm. I looked down to see my elbow sticking out in the direction I was facing, the bone was stark white in the moonlight. For a moment I couldn’t believe it was my arm, until white hot pain shot up to register to my brain.
I screamed again this time in pain and slumped over gasping and crying, biting my lip until it bled. I reached out with my good arm to cling on a tree near me, anything to keep me steady against the spinning. My arm burned! It was like someone had taken it and was trying to twist it completely out of it’s socket, the ligaments and muscles squeezing tighter and tighter against the nerves. But instead of coming off it just kept twisting, like a green branch would when you are trying to snap it. Gritting my teeth against the increasing shoots of pain that exploded up my arm, I rocked back and forth. Oh, dear gods, stop the pain. My vision was getting worse, I could barely see the colossal monster in front of me.
It was huge, just over seven feet tall. The moonlight illuminated it’s bald head and face. It had gray-- in the dark it looked almost purple-- pasty skin with veins criss-crossing every which way. Deep set eyes, that glowed in the darkness. They didn’t reflect light, they created their own. It’s lips were thin, the same sickly color of his skin but his teeth were a dark yellow, razor pointed and small. It was grinning, wide eyed, as if it could feel my pain and fear. He-- yes, he. I realized that if it could feel pleased about my death, it had to have some feeling. It must be intelligent.-- had broad shoulders and a large chest, bulging with disproportionate muscles. His legs were the same, thighs almost as thick as a tree trunk. His arms seemed to be elongated, reaching just past his knees. Huge hands that ended in razor sharp nails, reached for me. Time seemed to slow.
In that moment, heart pounding a hole in my chest, I realized I was dead. It was inevitable, but he wasn’t going to let me leave this earth peacefully. I could feel his cold hate, his desire to slowly rip me to shreds, piece by piece, to indulge himself on my innards. The feeling of warm, soft intestines in my hands...
I shrieked and struggled to stand, jerking away from him. I could see it! I could feel it... exactly how I was going to die. I was in his head!
It was more than I could take.
I screamed and screamed and screamed, piercing the silent woods with a blood curdling cry of terror.
The last thing I remember was the roaring in my ears.
A white flare.
Ouch. That hurt.
Pain shot up my arm and into the base of my skull. My head started to pound. The dull, fogged and half formed thoughts started to clear.
Ow... ow.
“Aaagghhhh!” I screamed, my throat dry and voice hoarse. I opened my eyes. Blurs and dark shapes. I couldn’t see or think quite right. I knew it but I didn’t know how to fix it or what was going on. I could just feel the increasing pounding and shooting pains in my arms, head, and chest. The screaming had helped a little, it had taken my mind off of it. There was nothing else I could do, moving at all made it hurt worse and it made me aware of how sore and achy my entire body was. But if I couldn’t move then I would just have to sit here and bear it.... I didn’t think I could manage that. It felt like huge slivers were being shoved deeper and deeper under my skin. I was in pain, blistering and tormenting pain and everyone should know about it.
Somehow my already raw throat endured.
The next time I was fully conscious, I realized I was in my cot and somehow--alive. Everything about me was heavy and took immense effort. It was like someone had emptied my body and filled it with rocks and sand. I’d never been so exhausted that I couldn’t move before. Slowly, and very cautiously, I turned my head to look around our small one-room cottage. I winced as my neck reached it limit. I relaxed the muscles I had just tensed, trying to control the messages my body was sending. I was okay, just relax.
My mother wasn’t there, but the room was warm and a fire was lit.
Whatever she had given me was effecting me and my head felt light, like it was detached completely from my body. I looked down at myself, trying desperately to take stock of my situation. My left arm was in a splint my mother lovingly wrapped for me, I shivered, glad I hadn’t been awake when she’d set that. Both of my arms were so covered in bandages, it looked like I was being held together with cloth. From the waist down, I had a heavy quilt blocking my view from the rest of the damage. I did feel mostly numb but the dull throb and sharp pain when I moved couldn’t be ignored, basically I just felt... ugghhh.
It took me a long time to recall why I was were I was and what had happened. I remembered being terrified but I couldn’t remember details. Just gold glowing eyes.
My breathing started to pick up and I started to tremble. The sun was shining through our makeshift window. I was in a place of warmth, clear air, and comfort, but I couldn’t stop shaking. I shut my eyes tightly and tears leaked through them. Why was I so scared? I laughed at myself softly. I knew what I was afraid of and no matter how many times I told myself that I was fine, nothing could get me here, I didn’t believe it.
I ended up drifting to sleep in that pitiful state, to tired to lie to myself anymore.
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