Nothing felt right. The air, the ground beneath his feet, not even his own skin. He had been scratching for days now.
He stopped. Water. He looked and saw a small creek ahead. Maybe a wash would help the strange, creeping feeling. A few steps forward and he was there. A deep breath.
The water was cold. He felt it seep up to his knees. A shiver ran up body, but he didn't care. The cold was helping. He fell in the water, ignoring the rocks that dug into his shins – he didn't bleed anymore anyway.
So he sat there, shivering, neck deep in the water.
(A/N: Another short one. Eek. Still don't own anything.)
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