I don't own this, blah blah blah……..OKAY, STORY TIME!
A cold pressed inside me, making me feel weak and vulnerable to everything. I thought to myself, " When have I felt like this?" And then it hit me like a truck crashing into my eyes, like light pouring out of my veins. Dib…
FLASHBACK
AAARRRGGGHHH, HELP, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP , help, help….
Dibs voice pounded inside my head, making it burn.
Help.. Only a whisper now
I was pinned on the ground by fear, no way to help him
Shots rang out, hitting me in the legs, pinning me to the ground with no way to help my brother. The men gathered round our useless bodies, laughing. A deep cold spread from my wounds, numbing everything. I could only see broken glasses and blood. So much blood. I wimpered and crawled away, too hurt to notice the shots that followed me, trying to stop me. I crawled on, sad, confused. Nothing hurt me anymore, and I was numb, too numb to breathe, to think to notice the blood. And then silence.
End of Flashback.
I remembered how my brother died, writhing in the dust like a worm, covered in his own vomit and blood, while I tried to crawl away.
I tried to get out of my bed, but found that I couldn't move. Needles, tubes and drips were coming out of every body opening, and what seemed to be hospital orderlies bustled about , checking monitors and reading text on computers. I heard one of them saying,
"The tallest has chosen a weak bride. She's as helpless as a larva."
I became cold and tears began forming at the edges of my eyes, blurring my vision.
A tall man with long, thick, dark hair approached my bedside.
" How is she holding up? '
" Not so good. There's a lot of junk in her system. The computer is having trouble listing all of the substances."
" Put her on the purging drip."
" Yes my tallest."
I screamed as pain rushed in to every pore, blinding me, making me dead to the world.
" So far to go" said a voice, and then, it all vanished.
Well, What'cha think? Should I do any more with the rehab, or should I just cut to the chase? R and R to tell me!