...Something I did a while ago whilst in school but I thought it might fit the requirements so... why not?

If there's any grammar issues (bearing in mind I'm British) feel free to point out - sadly my dyslexia insists everything i write is correct ^^"

Also, this is based on my OC's so if you know of them, feel free to guess and enjoy (hopefully).

Slick with sweat, my head began to throb. Heat was drowning my body with untamable flames, coiling around my arms, burning my throat. My breath becoming laboured as beads of sweat raced one-another down my forehead, cheeks and neck. I could hear something. Buzzing? Squinting, I glanced around the room holding me captive.

Whoosh! The sound of something being pulled open awakened me from my trance-like state as blistering lights singed my eyes. I tried to pull away but for some reason, my body wouldn’t react with my thoughts, which longed to defend myself from the offending light.

Whimpering, I shivered. Goose-pimples appeared on my skin as a gust of wind caressed me. It was warm. I knew this, as did my body, yet at that point, all I could feel was a cold liquid flowing down my face, so I shivered. In an attempt to check whether there truly was water there, I tried to raise my hand to my face, but again my body wouldn’t respond.

Loneliness began to tug at my heart. Tears threatening to spill. I squeezed my eyes together. It felt like I was floating, the wind had died down and all that was left for me was the unwelcome heat through my body. I took a deep breath and closed my mouth instantly. Tearing my eyes open I glanced around frantically. Someone had spoken. Hello? I tried to call out but the words had died in my throat.

A squeal of delight rattled my ears as I heard the sound of distant children playing, giggling and just being kids. I attempted to smile at the comforting sounds until I heard a scream. People were yelling and my body choked under the heavy sounds. Heavy? Yes, they tugged at my mind, taunted my body, encouraging me to lash out. Again I heard myself whimper. Anger surged through my being as I tried to force myself to move. My breath becoming more ragged, I paused as realization sunk in. Silence.

No longer could I hear the children. I noticed that instinctively I had closed my eyes when I had sensed previous danger. Opening them again I gawped. I was home again with my mother, older sister and younger brother. My mother was saying something, but I couldn’t understand what she was saying. My brother’s eyes grew large. Grinning, he turned to me and attempted to latch onto my arm. My mother saw the attempt and scolded me. I already know what she’s going to say without having to hear her words.

Scowling at me, she inserted her sharp green-painted nails into the soft flesh of my arm and began tugging me towards the stairs. However my legs would not respond to her demands. I stared at the women before me, eyes marred with anger glared back at me. Sparring a glance to my siblings I saw a guilty look upon my brother’s face. My sister began yelling at her, probably to “stop!” but I still was oblivious to sound. Within moments a fight had broken out. My sister and mother both doing their worst, yet still my arm hung limply in my mother’s clutches. I could see my brother sink to the ground, tears streaking his youthful face. He was scared. A high pitched clapping noise was made before me and I became unable to tear my eyes from my sister as she fell to the ground. Her left cheek became hidden under hand as she nursed it to stop the pain. My brother had run from the room. I felt my own tears slowly build up as I remembered the sudden pain that took over me when I had heard the news of my sister’s death.

Closing my eyes I longed for the room again. At least there my memories remained dormant and were left untouched. I jumped with alarm as I felt something press against my forehead. Reaching out my body finally responded. My fingers danced over the pale skin of my brow. Nothing.

Although it had felt wet, my face was still dry. I shivered as another blast of wind surrounded me. Again my eyes opened at this, and again I was back in the room. More buzzing sounded in my ears, this time close and painfully loud. I groaned with anger. More voices were heard.

The first voice was calm, with a sense of authority about it, yet it was quiet all the same and sounded like it belonged to a very serious adult. The other voice was laced with strength and sounded youthful yet deep. However, it was so loud my ears shrieked in pain. I had to move my face from the noise. A sudden hush filled the room in reaction to this and again I began to feel lonely.

Sadness swelled inside me as unwanted memories wracked my brain. I would’ve curled up and cried had my body not frozen again. Flashbacks of an abusive mother left me feeling empty. The heat began piling up again, but this time I didn’t care. I wanted it to take me, smother me and end the pain I was receiving. The buzzing was causing my head to ache my eyes grew unfocused. Sweating again my tears flowed freely, heat scalding my body and darkness began to suffocate me. I wanted to claw at my throat, scream for help - something! Darkness ensnared my vision. Dark spots glaring angrily wherever I turned to. With a small cry, my senses erupted.

Gasping with pain I sat up and screamed for help. Tears streaming down my face, I began fighting against something. A body? Peeling my lids apart I gazed at the blur of red before me. My head growing numb it flopped forwards heavily, a strong arm stopped my decent in time to avoid me falling from the bed. Taking deep breaths I opened my eyes for a second time as a cool wind met my ever burning body. Curtains drawn, I could see that my window had been opened, allowing the cool summer's breeze to enter my room. I felt my body being pushed back to the bed. I tried to speak but my throat was dry; a hoarse cough of frustration. Again something wet presses upon my forehead, but this time I saw the flannel in my carer’s hand.

Smiling weakly as he gazed at me, I suddenly recognized the shocking red hair of the tan youth before me. He attempted to say something but my attention had gone from his face. My eyes coming to focus on a small, black fly which sat upon my desk. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cold flannel pressing against my feverish skin. Sighing slightly, I once again fell asleep. This time however, I welcomed the low buzz which had previously haunted my dreams.

Hope it's not too bad - and comment guys! 8D

Fiction: 10/23/08 | Posted By: Clozimodo | 7 comments | Personal