Numb
3. 'Gotta-Get-Some Syndrome'
By: Lady of the Mystics
AN: I'm sorry if I make Kalia come off as hostile to Morgan and/or vice versa. I don't mean to. I guess that's just how the story is flowing right now. And who am I to argue with the way the story wants to go? It reminds me of how Morgan and Sky's relationship started out.
I also apologize if Kalia sounds a bit like Alisa. I don't know much about Alisa, but I know she has some sort of power. I'm not trying to make her sound like Alisa. I don't even like Alisa as a character. (Too preppy.) I get bored writing about other characters, that's all, so I make up my own ones. It's like.. with Morgan, for me, there's nothing I could write about that she hasn't already done. It would be redundant.
Disclaimer: Usual ones apply.
I was walking. Walking in the lush, green grass of my dream-place. The bottoms of my feet were slightly chilled after treading over the dew of the grass. Still, I continued wandering aimlessly.
Gradually, I came to realize that there was someone walking beside me wearing a garment similar to my own. I had the urge to glance to my right, but instead I kept my eyes down. Maybe something in me knew that if I looked, I'd never be able to look away.
"Who are you?" It was the first thing that popped in my head, so I asked.
"That is of no importance, my child." A voice so musical said. It was like nothing I'd heard before, and just that much was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"Why are you here?" I could barely function. I was operating on auto pilot, thinking only the basics.
"Why are we all here?" That voice was the very embodiment of waves rolling gently on the shore, of a breeze rustling through the trees.
"To die." It was an automatic answer for me, something that I didn't know I was going to say, but did. If I'd been myself I probably would've said just the opposite.
That voice was quiet for a moment, unanswering. It was as though she, for it was most definitely female, were thinking of a way to respond. "It is attitudes like these that either start wars or end them."
"Am I starting a war or ending it?" I was honestly curious. It wasn't every day that someone who actually could speak entered my dream-place.
"I do not have the answers to all. You must find them out on your own. That is the joy of life."
I was getting impatient. "Then what do you have the answers to?" I snapped. Immediately after the words had come out of my mouth I wished to take them back. I didn't want to know. I really didn't want to know...
"I can tell you that now you are at a crossroads. One path is worn well, treaded to the point of smoothness and utter flatness. The other path is wild, untamed, and overgrown with plants and weeds. In some spots you could even lose your way. The choice is yours, easy or hard.
"However," She paused, and I could heard the smile in her voice, "I believe you will choose the hard way. Your type always has."
"Which path is the right path?" I asked immediately.
"That is for you to decide. Go, my child, and may the sun and moon always shine upon you." Those were her final words. I knew she would speak no more.
I looked up abruptly. I wanted to know the face of the one that intruded on my space.
What I saw nearly blinded me. I looked at the woman who had been speaking to me, and my breath stopped in my throat. I found tears rolling out of my eyes easily.
To this day I have never forgotten Her face. Or Her words. Some day, maybe I will even work up the courage to put into words what I saw. But for now, She remains indescribable.
An instant after I looked up the world, my world, dissolved around me, and left in its place a reality so ugly and cruel that I felt darkness swell up inside me, as it always has.
I looked around to find myself still at Hunter's, still in my little outfit. It all seemed pointless. I was swathed in blankets, with a cool cloth lying upon my brow. There was no one in the room right now, so I took a moment to get my bearings. I remembered coming here, I remember the circle, and then darkness.
I must've passed out, I realized with a start. Oh no. Not again. My mother's going to kill me! I wondered how long I'd been out. How much time it would take me to get home or to the nearest place where no one was around. This was so embarrassing. I really should've eaten breakfast.
In that instant I wanted to leave, just to run out the front door. Take off and never look back. God, I wanted it so bad I could taste it! But instead I sat, feeling like I was paralyzed. I really didn't want to deal with anyone.
A plan. I needed a plan. All I had to get was get up, so quiet, and make it for the door. So I did.
I removed the blankets, and the cloth. Folded them both, to be polite. Then I started for the door. Thank god I was wearing flats. I moved, quiet as a mouse. I was almost to the door when....
"It's nice to see you're up," Came from behind my back.
I turned to face Hunter. Morgan was with him, and so was Raven. I hadn't even heard them.
"Yea, I'm sure," I said in a very nasty tone of voice. It was a sneering tone, bordering on anger. I guess meanness is my defense mechanism. Hey, we all have one. Don't give me any bull about mine.
Hunter and Morgan were taken aback. Well, Morgan, it seemed, was always taken aback by me whether I do something or not. Raven must've recognized my mood for what it was, and disregarded it.
"What happened in there?" She asked, worry written all over her face.
I hesitated. Here was my chance to tell the truth. To admit. "I-" I began. My voice stuck in my throat. I wasn't going to admit my biggest weakness in front of Morgan. No fucking way. Did I look stupid? "I'll tell you later," I said instead.
Raven nodded her agreement. "Okay, but you better. C'mon, I've got to get you home." She walked by me and out the door. It appeared she couldn't wait to get out of here. I hesitated. "Thanks for taking care of me," I said shyly as I walked out. Hunter smiled, and said, "No problem."
Whew, I shut the door behind me with a relieved click. Wow, did Hunter look good when he smiled! I wished again, futilely, that he was available. Not your type, eh? My conscience mocked me.
I shook off my condition, what I always referred to as 'gotta-get-some syndrome,' and joined Raven in her car. We managed to drive about three blocks before Raven's curiosity overwhelmed her. "So what happened?"
"I guess it was one of my anemic* attacks." I replied.
"Anemic? You have anemia?" Raven asked with shock evident in her voice.
"Yeah.... It's sort of embarrassing though, so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone."
She must have sensed that I'd just entrusted her with one of the biggest secrets I have. So she nodded and said, "My lips are sealed."
"Thanks," I replied, my relief obvious in my voice.
We drove the rest of the way home in silence, not awkward silence though, comfortable silence. The kind of silence that makes you sleepy.
When we pulled up to the beautiful, Victorian house my mother had managed to find, I was just about to get out when Raven put a hand on my arm.
I looked back at her. Just then I saw underneath all the heavy make-up, all the leather and lace, and saw Raven. Just Raven. She looked so vulnerable that I stopped. "Yes, Raven?"
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't know... that you would react like that. I should've thought to warn you."
"It's okay Raven. I didn't ask, so how were you to know?"
She looked sad for a moment. "I don't know. I don't suppose you'll want to come again though...."
I looked deep within myself, and knew instantly. A small part of me objected, but that part was barely noticeable. "Of course I do," I found myself answering unerringly.
"Really?" She looked up and smiled at me. I swear, she looked like such a little lost kid then.
"Totally."
She let go of my arm, and I got out. "I'll see you Monday." I told her.
Raven nodded and waved her good-bye. I shut the car door and went inside, leaning heavily against the door. I was so dizzy, so tired.
I walked upstairs, practically crawling on hands and knees, and found myself in the bathroom. I took two tablets of Dramamine, and went to lay down. I was done for the day. I knew from experience that I wouldn't be getting up any time soon. So I fell asleep on my bed, which was still covered in clothes, and slept until the next morning.
*Anemia~ When the blood lacks certain minerals, most often iron. Especially common with women. Can be dietary related or genetic. Symptoms include dizziness, nausea, pain in the ears, and in severe cases, blackouts.
AN: There we go! I resolved the cliffie problem. I hope you liked my little explanation. The next part will be up soon.
3. 'Gotta-Get-Some Syndrome'
By: Lady of the Mystics
AN: I'm sorry if I make Kalia come off as hostile to Morgan and/or vice versa. I don't mean to. I guess that's just how the story is flowing right now. And who am I to argue with the way the story wants to go? It reminds me of how Morgan and Sky's relationship started out.
I also apologize if Kalia sounds a bit like Alisa. I don't know much about Alisa, but I know she has some sort of power. I'm not trying to make her sound like Alisa. I don't even like Alisa as a character. (Too preppy.) I get bored writing about other characters, that's all, so I make up my own ones. It's like.. with Morgan, for me, there's nothing I could write about that she hasn't already done. It would be redundant.
Disclaimer: Usual ones apply.
I was walking. Walking in the lush, green grass of my dream-place. The bottoms of my feet were slightly chilled after treading over the dew of the grass. Still, I continued wandering aimlessly.
Gradually, I came to realize that there was someone walking beside me wearing a garment similar to my own. I had the urge to glance to my right, but instead I kept my eyes down. Maybe something in me knew that if I looked, I'd never be able to look away.
"Who are you?" It was the first thing that popped in my head, so I asked.
"That is of no importance, my child." A voice so musical said. It was like nothing I'd heard before, and just that much was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
"Why are you here?" I could barely function. I was operating on auto pilot, thinking only the basics.
"Why are we all here?" That voice was the very embodiment of waves rolling gently on the shore, of a breeze rustling through the trees.
"To die." It was an automatic answer for me, something that I didn't know I was going to say, but did. If I'd been myself I probably would've said just the opposite.
That voice was quiet for a moment, unanswering. It was as though she, for it was most definitely female, were thinking of a way to respond. "It is attitudes like these that either start wars or end them."
"Am I starting a war or ending it?" I was honestly curious. It wasn't every day that someone who actually could speak entered my dream-place.
"I do not have the answers to all. You must find them out on your own. That is the joy of life."
I was getting impatient. "Then what do you have the answers to?" I snapped. Immediately after the words had come out of my mouth I wished to take them back. I didn't want to know. I really didn't want to know...
"I can tell you that now you are at a crossroads. One path is worn well, treaded to the point of smoothness and utter flatness. The other path is wild, untamed, and overgrown with plants and weeds. In some spots you could even lose your way. The choice is yours, easy or hard.
"However," She paused, and I could heard the smile in her voice, "I believe you will choose the hard way. Your type always has."
"Which path is the right path?" I asked immediately.
"That is for you to decide. Go, my child, and may the sun and moon always shine upon you." Those were her final words. I knew she would speak no more.
I looked up abruptly. I wanted to know the face of the one that intruded on my space.
What I saw nearly blinded me. I looked at the woman who had been speaking to me, and my breath stopped in my throat. I found tears rolling out of my eyes easily.
To this day I have never forgotten Her face. Or Her words. Some day, maybe I will even work up the courage to put into words what I saw. But for now, She remains indescribable.
An instant after I looked up the world, my world, dissolved around me, and left in its place a reality so ugly and cruel that I felt darkness swell up inside me, as it always has.
I looked around to find myself still at Hunter's, still in my little outfit. It all seemed pointless. I was swathed in blankets, with a cool cloth lying upon my brow. There was no one in the room right now, so I took a moment to get my bearings. I remembered coming here, I remember the circle, and then darkness.
I must've passed out, I realized with a start. Oh no. Not again. My mother's going to kill me! I wondered how long I'd been out. How much time it would take me to get home or to the nearest place where no one was around. This was so embarrassing. I really should've eaten breakfast.
In that instant I wanted to leave, just to run out the front door. Take off and never look back. God, I wanted it so bad I could taste it! But instead I sat, feeling like I was paralyzed. I really didn't want to deal with anyone.
A plan. I needed a plan. All I had to get was get up, so quiet, and make it for the door. So I did.
I removed the blankets, and the cloth. Folded them both, to be polite. Then I started for the door. Thank god I was wearing flats. I moved, quiet as a mouse. I was almost to the door when....
"It's nice to see you're up," Came from behind my back.
I turned to face Hunter. Morgan was with him, and so was Raven. I hadn't even heard them.
"Yea, I'm sure," I said in a very nasty tone of voice. It was a sneering tone, bordering on anger. I guess meanness is my defense mechanism. Hey, we all have one. Don't give me any bull about mine.
Hunter and Morgan were taken aback. Well, Morgan, it seemed, was always taken aback by me whether I do something or not. Raven must've recognized my mood for what it was, and disregarded it.
"What happened in there?" She asked, worry written all over her face.
I hesitated. Here was my chance to tell the truth. To admit. "I-" I began. My voice stuck in my throat. I wasn't going to admit my biggest weakness in front of Morgan. No fucking way. Did I look stupid? "I'll tell you later," I said instead.
Raven nodded her agreement. "Okay, but you better. C'mon, I've got to get you home." She walked by me and out the door. It appeared she couldn't wait to get out of here. I hesitated. "Thanks for taking care of me," I said shyly as I walked out. Hunter smiled, and said, "No problem."
Whew, I shut the door behind me with a relieved click. Wow, did Hunter look good when he smiled! I wished again, futilely, that he was available. Not your type, eh? My conscience mocked me.
I shook off my condition, what I always referred to as 'gotta-get-some syndrome,' and joined Raven in her car. We managed to drive about three blocks before Raven's curiosity overwhelmed her. "So what happened?"
"I guess it was one of my anemic* attacks." I replied.
"Anemic? You have anemia?" Raven asked with shock evident in her voice.
"Yeah.... It's sort of embarrassing though, so I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell anyone."
She must have sensed that I'd just entrusted her with one of the biggest secrets I have. So she nodded and said, "My lips are sealed."
"Thanks," I replied, my relief obvious in my voice.
We drove the rest of the way home in silence, not awkward silence though, comfortable silence. The kind of silence that makes you sleepy.
When we pulled up to the beautiful, Victorian house my mother had managed to find, I was just about to get out when Raven put a hand on my arm.
I looked back at her. Just then I saw underneath all the heavy make-up, all the leather and lace, and saw Raven. Just Raven. She looked so vulnerable that I stopped. "Yes, Raven?"
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. I didn't know... that you would react like that. I should've thought to warn you."
"It's okay Raven. I didn't ask, so how were you to know?"
She looked sad for a moment. "I don't know. I don't suppose you'll want to come again though...."
I looked deep within myself, and knew instantly. A small part of me objected, but that part was barely noticeable. "Of course I do," I found myself answering unerringly.
"Really?" She looked up and smiled at me. I swear, she looked like such a little lost kid then.
"Totally."
She let go of my arm, and I got out. "I'll see you Monday." I told her.
Raven nodded and waved her good-bye. I shut the car door and went inside, leaning heavily against the door. I was so dizzy, so tired.
I walked upstairs, practically crawling on hands and knees, and found myself in the bathroom. I took two tablets of Dramamine, and went to lay down. I was done for the day. I knew from experience that I wouldn't be getting up any time soon. So I fell asleep on my bed, which was still covered in clothes, and slept until the next morning.
*Anemia~ When the blood lacks certain minerals, most often iron. Especially common with women. Can be dietary related or genetic. Symptoms include dizziness, nausea, pain in the ears, and in severe cases, blackouts.
AN: There we go! I resolved the cliffie problem. I hope you liked my little explanation. The next part will be up soon.