Another chappie! YAAAY!
~*~
The next morning I awoke to a faint throbbing in my leg.
"Feel better?" Zigzag asked me, rubbing his eyes and getting up from the floor.
"I got bit by a snake, dumbass. What do you think?" I muttered. "Do I have to dig today?"
"Are your arms in any torture?" Pendanski said, popping into the tent. I blinked at his sudden appearance.
"...No." He clapped his hands and smiled.
"Then you're digging." He said.
"Thank fucking goodness." I whispered sarcastically.
~*~
It was 4 o' clock and my hole was only two and a half feet deep. My back muscles felt all seized up and my arms felt like they were going to fall off. It was a good seven thirty when Mr. Sir came and shooed me off to bed. I obeyed thankfully, and I collapsed on the couch, still in my work clothes.
~*~
"Where were you yesterday?" Zigzag asked me as we gathered around the Library in the morning. My whole body felt as if it were being stabbed all over with daggers. I didn't speak to him. I was too exhausted.
"Dig." Mr. Sir said, marking a spot on the ground with his boot. I poked my shovel halfheartedly into the ground and he laughed at my weakness. That jerk. I wished I could lift up my shovel and stab him right in the gut. Between deep breaths, I dug slowly, my head swimming with exhaustion and pain.
"Oh...damn." I slurred, stumbling forward suddenly. I had grown dizzy all of a sudden. I fell forward onto my knees and emptied any stomach contents I had left in me...
...then I was engulfed in blackness. ~*~
I awoke to a terrible headache and several hushed voices. I kept my eyes tightly shut against the pain.
"I should have picked jail over this." I croaked. The voices stopped.
"Diamond?" A gentle voice asked. I felt my forehead. They had a freezing cold wet cloth there. I threw it off me and heard someone gasp.
"Damn, that was cold water." They said. I couldn't tell who it was. Then someone placed their rough, warm hand on my cheek. I felt them gently tracing the curve of my cheekbone with their thumb.
"Getting a little comfy there, eh, Caveman?" At those words, I pushed the hand away.
"Leave me alone." I whispered.
"Drink some water first." I felt someone sitting me up. A canteen was held to my lips and I drank thankfully. Oh, how my throat had been parched.
"Go to the Wreck Room, guys. She needs rest." I heard sighs and the rustles of a tent flap. I made an effort to open my eyes and I saw two faces looking down at me. One was Zigzag and the other was a boy that I hadn't met. He had curly brown hair and hazel-like eyes.
"She's okay with me, Caveman." So this was the touchy-feely guy.
"I can help." Caveman said. Zigzag sighed.
"I've got it, man." He said.
"Shh..." I whispered. Their voices were making my headache worse. Caveman looked at me with concerned eyes while Zigzag looked at me with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" They said at the same time. I cringed.
"My. Head. Is. Going. To. Explode." I said.
"X has some aspirin in his crate. I'm sure he won't miss a couple." Zigzag said, fetching the aspirin. He gave two to me and I glugged them down with water. Caveman then started massaging my shoulders as I was sitting up. No one had ever done that to me, and it felt so wonderful. Nothing had ever felt so wonderf...what was I saying?! I tensed up a bit, but I didn't stop him.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Massaging your shoulders." He said.
"Why?"
"Don't tell me your shoulders don't hurt after all you've been through." He said. I laughed coldly.
"Someone like you wouldn't even begin to comprehend all that I've been through." I replied. He almost stopped, caught unaware by my answer.
"You can tell me if you want." He said. I had been taking a swig of water, and I almost choked at his answer. I turned around to face him.
"You want to know about my life?" I asked, skeptically. He nodded. "You couldn't handle it, trust me."
"Tell us. We can handle it." I looked over at Zigzag, who had been watching us with jealousy etched all over his face. I blinked and then looked from him to Caveman and back again. They were giving tough looks to each other. I almost laughed. They were competing for me! Too bad for them, though. I wasn't about to look for a soul mate in a trashy place like this. In fact, I wouldn't want to be stuck with some dim-witted person for the rest of my life. I enjoyed my sanity and solitude.
~*~
The next morning I awoke to a faint throbbing in my leg.
"Feel better?" Zigzag asked me, rubbing his eyes and getting up from the floor.
"I got bit by a snake, dumbass. What do you think?" I muttered. "Do I have to dig today?"
"Are your arms in any torture?" Pendanski said, popping into the tent. I blinked at his sudden appearance.
"...No." He clapped his hands and smiled.
"Then you're digging." He said.
"Thank fucking goodness." I whispered sarcastically.
~*~
It was 4 o' clock and my hole was only two and a half feet deep. My back muscles felt all seized up and my arms felt like they were going to fall off. It was a good seven thirty when Mr. Sir came and shooed me off to bed. I obeyed thankfully, and I collapsed on the couch, still in my work clothes.
~*~
"Where were you yesterday?" Zigzag asked me as we gathered around the Library in the morning. My whole body felt as if it were being stabbed all over with daggers. I didn't speak to him. I was too exhausted.
"Dig." Mr. Sir said, marking a spot on the ground with his boot. I poked my shovel halfheartedly into the ground and he laughed at my weakness. That jerk. I wished I could lift up my shovel and stab him right in the gut. Between deep breaths, I dug slowly, my head swimming with exhaustion and pain.
"Oh...damn." I slurred, stumbling forward suddenly. I had grown dizzy all of a sudden. I fell forward onto my knees and emptied any stomach contents I had left in me...
...then I was engulfed in blackness. ~*~
I awoke to a terrible headache and several hushed voices. I kept my eyes tightly shut against the pain.
"I should have picked jail over this." I croaked. The voices stopped.
"Diamond?" A gentle voice asked. I felt my forehead. They had a freezing cold wet cloth there. I threw it off me and heard someone gasp.
"Damn, that was cold water." They said. I couldn't tell who it was. Then someone placed their rough, warm hand on my cheek. I felt them gently tracing the curve of my cheekbone with their thumb.
"Getting a little comfy there, eh, Caveman?" At those words, I pushed the hand away.
"Leave me alone." I whispered.
"Drink some water first." I felt someone sitting me up. A canteen was held to my lips and I drank thankfully. Oh, how my throat had been parched.
"Go to the Wreck Room, guys. She needs rest." I heard sighs and the rustles of a tent flap. I made an effort to open my eyes and I saw two faces looking down at me. One was Zigzag and the other was a boy that I hadn't met. He had curly brown hair and hazel-like eyes.
"She's okay with me, Caveman." So this was the touchy-feely guy.
"I can help." Caveman said. Zigzag sighed.
"I've got it, man." He said.
"Shh..." I whispered. Their voices were making my headache worse. Caveman looked at me with concerned eyes while Zigzag looked at me with wide eyes.
"What's wrong?" They said at the same time. I cringed.
"My. Head. Is. Going. To. Explode." I said.
"X has some aspirin in his crate. I'm sure he won't miss a couple." Zigzag said, fetching the aspirin. He gave two to me and I glugged them down with water. Caveman then started massaging my shoulders as I was sitting up. No one had ever done that to me, and it felt so wonderful. Nothing had ever felt so wonderf...what was I saying?! I tensed up a bit, but I didn't stop him.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Massaging your shoulders." He said.
"Why?"
"Don't tell me your shoulders don't hurt after all you've been through." He said. I laughed coldly.
"Someone like you wouldn't even begin to comprehend all that I've been through." I replied. He almost stopped, caught unaware by my answer.
"You can tell me if you want." He said. I had been taking a swig of water, and I almost choked at his answer. I turned around to face him.
"You want to know about my life?" I asked, skeptically. He nodded. "You couldn't handle it, trust me."
"Tell us. We can handle it." I looked over at Zigzag, who had been watching us with jealousy etched all over his face. I blinked and then looked from him to Caveman and back again. They were giving tough looks to each other. I almost laughed. They were competing for me! Too bad for them, though. I wasn't about to look for a soul mate in a trashy place like this. In fact, I wouldn't want to be stuck with some dim-witted person for the rest of my life. I enjoyed my sanity and solitude.
