I'm back. Sorry it's been so long, I've got some really evil exams coming up so I've been distracted by lots of revision, but here's a new chapter yay.
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Spencer made sure that I had safely gotten into my room before he reluctantly left me alone, I guess he thought that in my current condition I was going to walk into one of the walls and knock myself out. However, I didn't really want him standing there as I changed into some dry clothes. That was why he was on the receiving end of one of my 'really, I'm fine' smiles.
Once I was on my own I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding and slumped to the floor, right where my team mate had left me standing. It felt like all my energy had been sucked out of me, however on the plus side I felt, how could I put this… almost as if I was buzzing?
I felt warm and tingly and for the first time in ages I felt comfortable in my own skin and that was weird. I felt like the rest of the world had slowed down around me and I was just drifting along. I wasn't worried about anything and all the tension that had been building up slowly inside of me during the past weeks was slowly dripping away. Kind of like how my clothes were dripping onto the floor.
I forced myself to my feet and slowly walked to my cupboard, to tell the truth I actually staggered, it seemed as if I was only capable of walking in zigzags. I felt a bubble of laughter gathering in my throat but I forced it back, I bet Spencer was hovering on the other side of my door just listening for an excuse to burst in. He truly was a mother hen. I made it to my old mahogany cupboard just before an image of Spencer dressed as a chicken entered my warped mind and I burst into giggles. The thought of him clucking hit me in quick succession and just about finished me off. I once again hit the deck and Spencer's alarmed voice sounded through the door.
"Tala, are you ok, do you want me to come in?"
I tried to stop those traitorous giggles to give him a reply, I really did but the mere thought of Spencer just made me laugh all the harder. Pretty soon I was laughing so much that I was finding it hard to breathe. I few seconds later I found myself lying on the cold floor gasping for breath.
"Tala!"
I managed to calm down enough to talk and after a few seconds I quickly told him what he wanted to hear. That everything was fine and that I wasn't going to die.
His reply was a grudging acceptance and a few moments later I could hear the slow retreat of his familiar footsteps down the corridor.
Well, that was unnaturally easy, my rapidly clouding brain supplied before an old saying popped into my head.
Don't count your chickens.
Needless to say I rapidly dissolved back into laughter.
I don't know how much time had passed but I was now lying on my bed, with dry clothes on and staying as still as possible. It felt like my body was pulsing to an imaginary beat.
I was intoxicated.
Every colour in the room was vivid and vibrant, and the corners of my vision sparkled. I held my arm in the air and slowly moved it side to side. My eyes were giving me a delayed reaction and the result was a visionary masterpiece. Instead of having one arm I had numerous and they all kept swaying, moving to the farthest reaches of my sight, giving me a never-ending wave.
I dropped my arm over my eyes and sighed in content. The noise echoed around me, adding to my imaginary music. Everything was beautiful. Every sound, every image, every scent. Hell, I even found myself beautiful at the moment, and if I could find the most ugly and tainted person in the world beautiful then I never wanted my current mood to end.
Nothing seemed to matter. I had no worries or pressures to bring me down and right now I was floating. My very soul seemed to be soaring and I felt like I was wrapped in a blanket of warmth and love. Nothing could touch me, It felt like I was finally free but like all good things I knew that this feeling wasn't going to last forever. Pretty soon I was going to go back to feeling how I did before. Unloved and hopeless. Disgusted in myself, and that's the truth, I hated myself, what I had let others do to me and what I had become. I didn't know how the others put up with me, how Spencer could bring himself to hug me. No, I couldn't, wouldn't go back to feeling like that!
Somewhere in the distance a voice called my name for dinner.
And then it came to me, I knew what I could do, what I had to do. I don't know why I never thought of it before. After a bit of wild scrabbling and some misjudging on my part I finally had my bedside draw open and the answer to all of my problems was lying in my hands. The little brown bottle seemed to be glowing and when I popped the lid and poured the blue and white capsules into my slightly trembling hand they made a tinkering sound that seemed to reverberate around my room.
"Tala, dinner's ready!" That voice again.
"Coming." I replied distractedly.
I counted either six or seven; I couldn't be sure as my sight kept wavering. Maybe there were eight? I didn't bother putting the lid back on the bottle, I threw it haphazardly onto my bed and with my hand now free I grabbed the glass of water that was still present on my bedside cabinet. I didn't want to think too much about what I was about to do because then I might convince myself not to do it. I'm sure nothing drastic was going to happen. The others would probably think I was just being slightly ditzy today, no harm in that right? And then I would probably just sleep it off later.
I dropped the coloured pills into my mouth and then took a large gulp of water, it took a few tries but eventually I managed to swallow them all. A wave of relief flooded through me and I rose shakily to my feet.
I walked slowly to the mirror against my wall and stared at myself. A gentle smile was gracing my lips and for once I actually looked happy.
"Tala, dinner's getting cold!"
Come to think of it, I was a bit hungry. I swayed out of my bedroom, trailing my hand against the wall so I wouldn't fall over and slowly made my way downstairs. My world sparkled once more and my senses were heightened. A small chuckle escaped my mouth as I made my way to the kitchen, smells like chicken, I thought in glee.
Well I hope everyone enjoyed the story, and remember Tala's not exactly thinking straight at the moment.
Next chapter is going to be in Tala's POV and the one after that in Kai's. I think it's safe to say that a hospital visit is defiantly going to be needed!
So please review and tell me what you think and I'll try to update as soon as possible!
