Prologue… or something near one
A/N: Thankyou for picking this story to read. I hold no rights to anything previously claimed.
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The world was spinning.
I could hear voices in the distance, but I could not understand what they were saying. Nor did I care really.
I could not feel my body. I could not feel anything. Just a feeling of spinning round and round, really fast.
There was a blur of colour and shapes around me.
Then all of a sudden I jolted to a stop and gravity claimed me all too quickly. I could once more feel my body and I wished fervently for that disconnected feeling I had had before. Unfortunately it didn't come back.
I was in agony. No, scrap that, I was in worse than agony. My bones felt as though they were burning, only it was a cold burn. Freezing cold, so much so that it felt almost hot. If that made any sense whatsoever. I was reminded grimly of jumping into one of the coldest pools in Australia. This was much worse.
I felt disorientated. I felt dizzy. I felt …nauseous.
With a groan of pain I rolled off my back and onto my stomach. Mustering my strength together I managed to push myself up into a sort of crawling position. Then I vomited.
It wasn't pretty and I felt no better once I had finished. My insides still felt as though they had been shredded and then stapled roughly back together.
With what little energy I had left I rolled myself away from the mess, trying to ignore the smell.
I collapsed on the sand exhausted by this small action.
Dimly, a part of me registered that sand was not what I was meant to be lying on right now. But the rest of me couldn't care less and I let a blackness creep over my vision. The last thing I noticed before I fainted, was a strong smell of salt in the air. Then I was out.