Sick and Sulking

I hate being sick. It's so annoying. I feel as if I'm helpless, a child, and I can do nothing about. Hopefully I'll get better soon (like now). Anyways here's two excerpts from another piece I'm writing:


For the first week I didn’t believe it was happening. I thought it was just a night mare, a dream I’d soon awake from. I wished it was a joke, a cruel practical joke that’d gone too far. I lived in a fog, a protective cover of delusion. Disbelief was the only thing keeping me sane. Every morning I awoke expecting to see my beautiful sky blue walls and instead found darkness and a dank smell. I remember not knowing what was going on. A plate of food, a sliver of light on the ceiling, big dark men, and pain; I surely remember the pain. Coldness, that too. It’s funny how slowly that first week passed in comparison to the next few.

The second week I realized that I was there, I was trapped, but I figured it wouldn’t be long before I was rescued. I fell into a routine: eat, sleep, use the outhouse. Yes, the only movement I did was a thirty step walk from my cell to the outhouse, blindfolded so I didn’t even get to see the light of day. Through all this I survived on the thought that my dear, sweet Simon was coming to rescue me. I knew he wouldn’t take long.




My body screamed at the over exertion. My limbs felt stife and sore and tired all at the same time. The rain soaked me to the bone and added unappreciated weight to my dress. Tree branches whipped my face as I stumbled after my unknown savior. I only hoped it was Simon, though I knew it wasn’t.

I tripped on a root and slamed to the ground, mud caking the side of my face. I laid there wanting to give up. Cold wet seeped through my body, freezing my marrow. I sat and just gazed after my rescuer, who happened to glance back and notice me on the ground.

“Hurry it up!”

His voice, deep and husky from all the exertion, sent shivers through my body. His eyes were fierce and bright blue under a mass of brown hair and pierced me to the core. My gut tightened and my pulse raced. I got up and ran to him, some new energy pulling me and helping my tired body move.