MWA!!! i was able to use my dad's *kills* computer for a homework
thing *also kills* and i managed to just say 'screw it' about the
allready half written next chapter to this sitting in a piece of
scrap metal back 2500 miles away and jsut write from scratch.
warning, i have almost no way of rereading the past chapters of this,
so i dont know how much of this was allready said, or if i screwed
something up or what.. so if oyu notice anything then shut your mouth
becuase if you dare complain i'll hunt you down and wring your neck.
^.^ kay? good.
warnings: none for this chapter really...
pairing: nothing in this chapter.. yet... its stil 2x4x2 by default i
suppose.
disclaimer: like i said. if i owned it i woudlnt be in arizona right
now, i would be off somewhere else, like my own personal island or
something, laughing at all the poor people who dont own anyhting all
big and super. but.. like i said, i dont so nyeh. id you sue.. well..
please ^_^ do, my dad will prolly have to pay for it and then that
woudl give him one more reason to hate me ^_^ *shine*
notes: uhmmm... yeah, i got sick again, so the stuff in this chapter
is more experiece from the last couple of days instead of when i
frist started this thing god know how many months ago.
oh, and dont expect this to be very good, i wrote it cuz i had time
and i didnt want to keep the masses *pokes dust* waiting. so be happy
or die.
well.. enough of my stupid ranting, you dont really care baout what i
have to say do you...?
chapter 13
I sat against the back of the tub and let the warm water pour
down on me. My muscles positively burned, my throat was tight and
very, very sore, my stomach was sore from coughing, and no matter how
warm the water actually was I just couldn't get myself warm.
The damned medicine probably wasn't working, and I don't
think this shower was either.
I felt like shit. No.. Not shit.. I would admire shit at this
point. I feel like I went to hell and back, I keep moving my legs in
an attempt to get comfortable but they burn from the fever. All my
muscles feel tight, generally everything just feels horribly wrong. I
couldn't breath through my nose and most of the time trying to breath
through my mouth ended up in a coughing fit.
This really sucks.
I realize that I had probably been in the shower too long. I didn't
want to run Duo's water bill up to high. though when I thought about
it, Duo probably wasn't even paying for his own water.
But still. I mumbled as I tried to pull myself up to turn off
the water.
I sat back down, unable to turn the water off just yet. I sat
there letting it pour over my face for another minute or two, then I
gathered all possible will power and turned off the water.
One major accomplishment for the day. Go me.
I sat on the floor of the shower, unable to stand completely
up just yet, but the absence of warm water and the cool air from
outside of the shower made that position cold, really, really cold,
really, really fast.
I stand up, holding onto the wall for support as the moment I
stand up my vision sways and the world starts to spin. I grab the
closest towel and wrap it around myself, stepping out of the shower.
I sink to the floor by the pile of my clothes and sit there, with my
eyes closed for a few seconds, just not having the strength nor will
to do -anything-.
Eventually I manage to get dressed, not standing up until the
moment where I absolutely -had- to, and even then, moving slowly, my
head still spun and I saw stars. I leaned on the sink for balance and
looked up into the foggy mirror.
I like it so much better foggy.
I use one hand to wipe away some of the fog from the mirror.
I can see a clearer yet still very deformed version of myself.
My face was pale, and despite all the sleep duo said I got,
the bags under my eyes were almost purely purple. I looked down and
coughed slightly, thankful for the fact that I got away with a little
coughing and not the whole, send-me-to-my-knees-coughing-fit.
I'm not even sure what I should be thinking about here. Its
kind of like I just put my mind on shut down, here I am, at duo's
house, using his shower, sick as all hell. Not to mention the fact
that I recently `ran away' from everyone I know so I could fuck my
body up in my own personal solitude.
I really don't know what I should be thinking, one side of me
wants to scream (though that would -really- be a stunt for me to pull
with my throat in this condition) at duo for offering me to stay at
his place, and scream even more at myself for accepting. And another
part of me, which this really confuses me, but part of me really
likes that fact that I'm not alone, that I'm with a friend, not to
mention my best friend, at least from how I look at it.
I honestly don't know if I could be so against myself as to
hate duo for helping me when all I really plan to do is die anyway.
But then I don't know if I could actually be thankful for duo for
letting me stay with him.
Or then there's always the fact that I'm scared I'll hurt
duo. Somehow I know I could. Then I would hate myself for ever
accepting his offer and then hurting him, when all he was trying to
do was help.
I think I should just shut my mind down again.
That always seems to be what I do, when things start to get
to serious, to deep, or confusing I just don't think about them.
Or I think I don't think about them when I probably do think
about them, dwell on them even, but -I- don't think that I think
about them too much, even if I do. And then I really get upset
because I hate the fact that I don't spend enough time thinking about
things I should be thinking about when I'm probably over dwelling on
them but I feel as if I don't and oh shit I think my head is gonna
fall off.
I shift my weight on my feet slightly and hold onto the sink
a little tighter as an unsuspected wave of nausea comes upon me,
making not only my stomach flip, but my head feel odd.
I hate being sick.
I take a deep breath and try to steady myself before opening
the door and walking out of the bathroom.
~~~~~~~`
author note:
WHEE!! i know, it like.. jsut ends. i didnt feel like writing more in
quatres pov, the next chapter will be.. eithe rin quatres pov and
therefore VERY confusing, or duos pov and therfore.. very confusing
all the same.. welp, untill next time *falls over wishing he was just
dead allready*
thing *also kills* and i managed to just say 'screw it' about the
allready half written next chapter to this sitting in a piece of
scrap metal back 2500 miles away and jsut write from scratch.
warning, i have almost no way of rereading the past chapters of this,
so i dont know how much of this was allready said, or if i screwed
something up or what.. so if oyu notice anything then shut your mouth
becuase if you dare complain i'll hunt you down and wring your neck.
^.^ kay? good.
warnings: none for this chapter really...
pairing: nothing in this chapter.. yet... its stil 2x4x2 by default i
suppose.
disclaimer: like i said. if i owned it i woudlnt be in arizona right
now, i would be off somewhere else, like my own personal island or
something, laughing at all the poor people who dont own anyhting all
big and super. but.. like i said, i dont so nyeh. id you sue.. well..
please ^_^ do, my dad will prolly have to pay for it and then that
woudl give him one more reason to hate me ^_^ *shine*
notes: uhmmm... yeah, i got sick again, so the stuff in this chapter
is more experiece from the last couple of days instead of when i
frist started this thing god know how many months ago.
oh, and dont expect this to be very good, i wrote it cuz i had time
and i didnt want to keep the masses *pokes dust* waiting. so be happy
or die.
well.. enough of my stupid ranting, you dont really care baout what i
have to say do you...?
chapter 13
I sat against the back of the tub and let the warm water pour
down on me. My muscles positively burned, my throat was tight and
very, very sore, my stomach was sore from coughing, and no matter how
warm the water actually was I just couldn't get myself warm.
The damned medicine probably wasn't working, and I don't
think this shower was either.
I felt like shit. No.. Not shit.. I would admire shit at this
point. I feel like I went to hell and back, I keep moving my legs in
an attempt to get comfortable but they burn from the fever. All my
muscles feel tight, generally everything just feels horribly wrong. I
couldn't breath through my nose and most of the time trying to breath
through my mouth ended up in a coughing fit.
This really sucks.
I realize that I had probably been in the shower too long. I didn't
want to run Duo's water bill up to high. though when I thought about
it, Duo probably wasn't even paying for his own water.
But still. I mumbled as I tried to pull myself up to turn off
the water.
I sat back down, unable to turn the water off just yet. I sat
there letting it pour over my face for another minute or two, then I
gathered all possible will power and turned off the water.
One major accomplishment for the day. Go me.
I sat on the floor of the shower, unable to stand completely
up just yet, but the absence of warm water and the cool air from
outside of the shower made that position cold, really, really cold,
really, really fast.
I stand up, holding onto the wall for support as the moment I
stand up my vision sways and the world starts to spin. I grab the
closest towel and wrap it around myself, stepping out of the shower.
I sink to the floor by the pile of my clothes and sit there, with my
eyes closed for a few seconds, just not having the strength nor will
to do -anything-.
Eventually I manage to get dressed, not standing up until the
moment where I absolutely -had- to, and even then, moving slowly, my
head still spun and I saw stars. I leaned on the sink for balance and
looked up into the foggy mirror.
I like it so much better foggy.
I use one hand to wipe away some of the fog from the mirror.
I can see a clearer yet still very deformed version of myself.
My face was pale, and despite all the sleep duo said I got,
the bags under my eyes were almost purely purple. I looked down and
coughed slightly, thankful for the fact that I got away with a little
coughing and not the whole, send-me-to-my-knees-coughing-fit.
I'm not even sure what I should be thinking about here. Its
kind of like I just put my mind on shut down, here I am, at duo's
house, using his shower, sick as all hell. Not to mention the fact
that I recently `ran away' from everyone I know so I could fuck my
body up in my own personal solitude.
I really don't know what I should be thinking, one side of me
wants to scream (though that would -really- be a stunt for me to pull
with my throat in this condition) at duo for offering me to stay at
his place, and scream even more at myself for accepting. And another
part of me, which this really confuses me, but part of me really
likes that fact that I'm not alone, that I'm with a friend, not to
mention my best friend, at least from how I look at it.
I honestly don't know if I could be so against myself as to
hate duo for helping me when all I really plan to do is die anyway.
But then I don't know if I could actually be thankful for duo for
letting me stay with him.
Or then there's always the fact that I'm scared I'll hurt
duo. Somehow I know I could. Then I would hate myself for ever
accepting his offer and then hurting him, when all he was trying to
do was help.
I think I should just shut my mind down again.
That always seems to be what I do, when things start to get
to serious, to deep, or confusing I just don't think about them.
Or I think I don't think about them when I probably do think
about them, dwell on them even, but -I- don't think that I think
about them too much, even if I do. And then I really get upset
because I hate the fact that I don't spend enough time thinking about
things I should be thinking about when I'm probably over dwelling on
them but I feel as if I don't and oh shit I think my head is gonna
fall off.
I shift my weight on my feet slightly and hold onto the sink
a little tighter as an unsuspected wave of nausea comes upon me,
making not only my stomach flip, but my head feel odd.
I hate being sick.
I take a deep breath and try to steady myself before opening
the door and walking out of the bathroom.
~~~~~~~`
author note:
WHEE!! i know, it like.. jsut ends. i didnt feel like writing more in
quatres pov, the next chapter will be.. eithe rin quatres pov and
therefore VERY confusing, or duos pov and therfore.. very confusing
all the same.. welp, untill next time *falls over wishing he was just
dead allready*