She wakes, half asleep, half in pain, barely remembering what has happened.
Barely has she openend her eyes when the pain comes back, like a knife cutting itself through tendril and muscle. " My head!" She mutters, tears filling her eyes and voice falling away at the end. " My hea-d!" She screams now. " My head, my head! " Her hands take hold of her head and nearly tear her nails into skin as she struggles, trying to escape the pain . It's so blinding, so painful, as if someone is putting a vice around her brain, all the while poking firehot knifes repeatedly into her head. She struggles, heaving, screaming until she nearly brings the bed down to her. Then there is a hand , strong, harsh, pushing at her shoulders to keep her down.
" My head!" She screams again, tears falling from her eyes. Yet the hand keeps pushing her down and she can fel another presence,n ext to her taking hold of her hands and pulling them soft but strongly away from her scalp and pushing her down.
She can't see anything among the darkness, only the pain and she thinks: This is it, I'm going to die.
Her struggle last mere hours, but to Lysei it seems like years. When finally the pain has lessened because she is to exhausted to continue, she sinks back down, body cold , throat parched, eyes red and mouth bleeding. Head red and warm with fever, so hot it nearly feels like a someone is boiling a fire.
She doesn't know what to do, only to escape does she submit willingly to the darkness beckoning in the distance.