PAIN
I woke up in intense pain. It coursed in foreign ways through my skull. Making it feel like it had mutated into something completely different. Like my whole mind had been rearranged. And all I could do was cry softly, absolutely still. The smallest of movements only made awful pain go through my head like lightning bolts.
So after what felt like forever of lying completely still, the pain faded to a dull ache. And I tried, very slowly to open my eyes.. The light was harsh on my sensitive eyes, making them sting and causing my head to hurt. But not half as bad as it had been hurting. So I blinked away the haze and looked around.
The last thing I remembered was Shail. So automatically I looked for his handsome face, but all I was met with was the site of my familiar room. But it looked so different. Like I was looking through different eyes. Because I noticed hundreds of things I had never noticed before.
The scratches on the wood of my chair across the room and the small warping of the window across from my bed. Such things I never noticed before because I just simply didn't think about it. And because I shouldn't be able to see those things unless I was looking for them.. Somehow my sight had suddenly gotten remarkably better. Like someone had flipped a switch and turned on my super senses.
Which made me take in a deep breath as an experiment. And I could smell EVERYTHING. The sweet, decaying smell of the flowers I sat in a vase on my desk yesterday. The bitter smell of the polish I had used to clean the marks from my black leather shoes. And even the itchy, congesting smell of the dust under my bed.. I sat up quickly, thinking, this must be how dogs feel ALL THE TIME. Except I'm not seeing in black and white and have the intense urge to gnaw a bone.
Then I hit my forehead for being so retarded. Though it felt doubly more unpleasant than I meant it. Because all the blood rushed else where, making me dizzy. And I had just smacked myself with the rock Shail had given me. Apparently, I had never let go of it. Reminding me to think, how the hell did I get back home?
The most obvious reason I was here would be that Shail had simply carried me home. But that of course would be suicide. And I might actually have to go digging in the yard to find my darkly clad new friend. Because my parents would of surely killed any guy who carried an unconscious me home.. I could see them doing that.
But I shook the thought away. They weren't that crazy.. And they surely thought I was the one more capable of that than them. And I'm sure they wouldn't be alone on that thought. A lot of people probably think I am a serial killer.
I groaned and licked my dry lips. Grimacing at the overpowering taste of blood.. Seems I had bitten my lip too. Oh what a wonderful...night? How freaking long had I been out? It had been sun up when I had started to stare at the rock in my hand. I know it was.
I would of been pacing right now, but my head was still throbbing. And the thought of doing that much moving around made my stomach turn.. Oh god, I shouldn't think about that. I might really puke...
After I sat there for a bit, still freaking out, wondering what happened. I realized Shail must know. He must of left a note. Something. So I looked.
I searched on table tops, In my pockets, The rock, Everywhere... But nothing..
It made me wonder if maybe he didn't know what happened. Maybe he was trying to figure it out right now.. And then I thought, what if he did know. What if he let me do it and hurt myself.. It made my heart jump in my throat.
He wouldn't do that right? He wouldn't let me do something that would hurt me...Well... It hurt but I'm not dead, right?...But what if it could of killed me.
But now, my mind was going rampant on the ifs and buts and maybes. But the one thing I was sure of was Shail was the one who gave me the rock. And I was sure that the rock was what hurt me. But I was also aware that it was what made these neat changes in my senses...
It helped me right? I had no reason to believe I was ever truly in danger. I'm just over reacting because all of that happened so fast. And it scared me. Right...Right?
