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Posted on June 4, 2010 at 11:25:59 PM by a e r o n
I coughed, my ears felt like they were screaming. Can ears scream?! Something is very wrong, very wrong with me. How do I find out? I’m not a doctor, and I don’t have those special healing powers. Water was everywhere. How the hell did I get here? What is going on? I sighed, scrambling into the water to get back to shore. How did I get onto a stupid little raft? Did I build it? Shit, it’s like I’m playing twenty questions with myself, and let me tell you, it’s not a very fun game. My hands clutched at the water, my eyes stung from opening them trying to look where I was. I found ground where I could stand, and I felt my clothes clinging to me. My pants were torn to cut offs that merely hung below my ass, and my shirt was barely there, you could probably call it a cloth to cover up my perky little, um. Breasts. I swallowed thickly; it felt like my mouth decided to spend a week at the desert. I was clammy and numb at the same time, my mind could not decide what to do, what to think. These curses, they were torture. I could see the famine showing on my frame, each one of my ribs fighting against my taut skin. I hadn’t looked in a mirror recently, but I assumed that everything else was kind of boney. I was small to begin with, let alone this crazy diet. Hey Hollywood? Want to lose weight? Just go to a territory that did had no food supply. I wanted the children to eat, I could survive, and I’ll eat trees and leaves like those dinosaurs. I’m an herbivore! Yay me! It didn’t take me long to get to the shoreline. But I was tired after it. I stood, ambling up the bank and to the soft grass. It felt good on my feet. That’s when I saw him. A man it looked like, curled up into a ball as if in pain. Oh no! I do not like it one bit, not at all, when people are in pain. It’s unfortunate and if I was in pain in a curled up ball, I would like some pretty, half naked stranger to come help me to. Except I would want it to be a boy, but that’s just me. I smiled at him, a pitying smile. Slowly I ambled towards him, “Hello, sir? Sir?” My voice was raspy against the dry wall of my throat, “Are you okay? Do you need help?” I kneeled down next to him, my hand soft and pressed on his shoulder to let him know I was talking to him. I glanced around for other life, but found none. Who was this man and was he okay? “My name is Aeron. . . is there anything I can do for you?” I sat back on my butt, looking at him, curious if I could do anything to help. I wanted to help, desperately. |