Well, I thought about what to write. And thought about what to write. And
STILL thought about what to write. Know what I realized? It is very, very
hard to start again after leaving off with a scream. Mainly because I have
no ideas momentarily for Catalina but Clara has to wake up from her nap on
the forgotten continent (or whichever 1 it is) before I can write more
about her. And since that won't happen until next chapter, I have to keep
trying to get Cat into/out of that situation. I'm honestly not sure which.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
At the first few seconds, I feel the hand on my head removed, the one on my chin draw away as if shocked. I can hear people jumping away in shock, but the queen holding me doesn't let go. She stiffens slightly, but relaxes after a moment, and doesn't let go, staring me straight in the eye until I turn my head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
I can feel the people coming back, probably to slap and beat me, but I can't stop. Not while I'm held hostage, not while I'm stuck here, not while I'm being held by my greatest enemy to the end of time.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
A hand on my head once more, another on my jaw, turning my head to look at the queen, keeping me from lashing out, from hitting the evil ruler I so despise. I can't get away, can't even run, or fight, or hide, while faced with my greatest fear, those who plan my demise. I can't stop shaking, I'm scared to death, nothing between me and torture, me and death, a fruitless attempt to survive.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
The queen is muttering something, I can hear the words clearly through my scream. "Shhh, it's ok, it's alright, we won't hurt you, calm down, it's ok, it's alright, you'll be fine, we won't hurt you, calm down,-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAaAaAaAaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" I can't hold my scream for much longer, I'm running out of breath, of voice, of desperate, searching will.
"You'll be fine, it's ok, we won't hurt you, it's alright, calm down, you'll be fine, we won't hurt you, it's ok, it's alright, calm down, it's ok, we won't hurt you-"
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" It's effort now to keep it at a yell, a dull shout just above regular voice level, I'm low on air, low on voice, low on time to live.
"Shhh, you'll be fine, it's ok, we won't hurt you, calm down,-"
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" my voice softens, I'm shaking and almost out of breath, "-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I stop, unable to hold it any longer, chest heaving for air.
"It's ok. We won't hurt you. Calm down." Comes the voice of the queen, still as quiet as before, her voice stops as she stares into my eyes, even as I'm twisting them around in an effort to escape eye contact, to search for exits, to get away. My shaking is intense, rattling the chains across my legs as I sit and struggle, sit and whimper, unable to get back the breath for a scream. "You'll be fine. We won't hurt you. It's alright. Calm down. It's ok."
My whimpers continue, increasing, and tears I refuse to shed begin to come into the corners of my eyes. There's no way in heck she won't notice them, another lethal weakness to add to my list.
"You'll be fine. We won't hurt you." My whimpers increase in volume; I'm getting my breath back. I might be able to scream again in a minute. "Just calm down. We won't hurt you. Stop whimpering, we won't hurt you."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAaAaAaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She doesn't even flinch this time as I scream my lungs out.
"Shhh. It's ok. Calm down. You'll be ok. We. Won't. Hurt. You." I start to whimper again, this time on the verge of gasps. Tears squeeze themselves, forbidden, out of my eyes. I'm shaking, I'm scared, I can't breathe, can't scream anymore. I'm gonna be tortured and killed, I can't get away, and I'm trapped. My throats sore, my head aches, and those are the least of my problems while I'm hopelessly trapped in a place of no escape with those who'll kill me for no reason.
"We. Won't. Hurt. You. We. Won't. Hurt. You." For some reason, as I try to scream, to whimper, I don't. Whimpers are getting soft, despite the fact that I'm getting my breath back. "We. Won't. Hurt. You." She repeats this, and repeats this, and repeats this, and I find myself beginning to calm down. I'm scared, but for some reason I don't want to scream anymore, can't bring myself to scream. I'm scared, I'm shaking, but she doesn't let go, doesn't stop looking into my eyes no matter how I struggle, doesn't stop repeating, "We. Won't. Hurt. You."
The hands are removed from my head, and I turn away, twisting as well as I can in chains. Strangely, the queen hasn't let go. My eyes are burning, and she removes one arm from my waist. Gently, she uses her sleeve to wipe my tears.
"Feel any better?" She asks, letting go and standing up.
I refuse to answer with even a nod.
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I made it!
As I look up at the sheer rock wall I feel encouraged; There are no beaches on this continent, so I dig my hands in cracks. Digging my feet in as well, I climb up the wall, finally collapsing at the top. Caution makes me take a look around, then I pause listening with an ear trained to hear sand stirring where I can't see. Nothing.
Finally, something's going right. I abandon myself to sleep.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
At the first few seconds, I feel the hand on my head removed, the one on my chin draw away as if shocked. I can hear people jumping away in shock, but the queen holding me doesn't let go. She stiffens slightly, but relaxes after a moment, and doesn't let go, staring me straight in the eye until I turn my head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
I can feel the people coming back, probably to slap and beat me, but I can't stop. Not while I'm held hostage, not while I'm stuck here, not while I'm being held by my greatest enemy to the end of time.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
A hand on my head once more, another on my jaw, turning my head to look at the queen, keeping me from lashing out, from hitting the evil ruler I so despise. I can't get away, can't even run, or fight, or hide, while faced with my greatest fear, those who plan my demise. I can't stop shaking, I'm scared to death, nothing between me and torture, me and death, a fruitless attempt to survive.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
The queen is muttering something, I can hear the words clearly through my scream. "Shhh, it's ok, it's alright, we won't hurt you, calm down, it's ok, it's alright, you'll be fine, we won't hurt you, calm down,-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAaAaAaAaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" I can't hold my scream for much longer, I'm running out of breath, of voice, of desperate, searching will.
"You'll be fine, it's ok, we won't hurt you, it's alright, calm down, you'll be fine, we won't hurt you, it's ok, it's alright, calm down, it's ok, we won't hurt you-"
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-" It's effort now to keep it at a yell, a dull shout just above regular voice level, I'm low on air, low on voice, low on time to live.
"Shhh, you'll be fine, it's ok, we won't hurt you, calm down,-"
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" my voice softens, I'm shaking and almost out of breath, "-hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." I stop, unable to hold it any longer, chest heaving for air.
"It's ok. We won't hurt you. Calm down." Comes the voice of the queen, still as quiet as before, her voice stops as she stares into my eyes, even as I'm twisting them around in an effort to escape eye contact, to search for exits, to get away. My shaking is intense, rattling the chains across my legs as I sit and struggle, sit and whimper, unable to get back the breath for a scream. "You'll be fine. We won't hurt you. It's alright. Calm down. It's ok."
My whimpers continue, increasing, and tears I refuse to shed begin to come into the corners of my eyes. There's no way in heck she won't notice them, another lethal weakness to add to my list.
"You'll be fine. We won't hurt you." My whimpers increase in volume; I'm getting my breath back. I might be able to scream again in a minute. "Just calm down. We won't hurt you. Stop whimpering, we won't hurt you."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaAaAaAaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She doesn't even flinch this time as I scream my lungs out.
"Shhh. It's ok. Calm down. You'll be ok. We. Won't. Hurt. You." I start to whimper again, this time on the verge of gasps. Tears squeeze themselves, forbidden, out of my eyes. I'm shaking, I'm scared, I can't breathe, can't scream anymore. I'm gonna be tortured and killed, I can't get away, and I'm trapped. My throats sore, my head aches, and those are the least of my problems while I'm hopelessly trapped in a place of no escape with those who'll kill me for no reason.
"We. Won't. Hurt. You. We. Won't. Hurt. You." For some reason, as I try to scream, to whimper, I don't. Whimpers are getting soft, despite the fact that I'm getting my breath back. "We. Won't. Hurt. You." She repeats this, and repeats this, and repeats this, and I find myself beginning to calm down. I'm scared, but for some reason I don't want to scream anymore, can't bring myself to scream. I'm scared, I'm shaking, but she doesn't let go, doesn't stop looking into my eyes no matter how I struggle, doesn't stop repeating, "We. Won't. Hurt. You."
The hands are removed from my head, and I turn away, twisting as well as I can in chains. Strangely, the queen hasn't let go. My eyes are burning, and she removes one arm from my waist. Gently, she uses her sleeve to wipe my tears.
"Feel any better?" She asks, letting go and standing up.
I refuse to answer with even a nod.
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I made it!
As I look up at the sheer rock wall I feel encouraged; There are no beaches on this continent, so I dig my hands in cracks. Digging my feet in as well, I climb up the wall, finally collapsing at the top. Caution makes me take a look around, then I pause listening with an ear trained to hear sand stirring where I can't see. Nothing.
Finally, something's going right. I abandon myself to sleep.
