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Post by Elijah Wayne on Apr 19, 2011 20:36:00 GMT -5
--And I'm Beyond Repair [/center] In. Out. In. Out. Air. Don't forget to breathe. Breathe. Just breathe. Where was I and how did I get here? While on that train of thought where was here? All I knew was that I was sitting on the floor, no shoes, feet bleeding, and I was rocking back and forth hugging myself. I couldn't help that deep feeling at my very core that just felt complete and total dread. Dread of moving, of thinking of the time I lost, and even that deep fear of living on to get pass this because all I wanted to do at this moment was lay down on the cool moving floor and just give up and die.
Wait, moving floor? I blinked a couple of times times before getting the courage to move. I crawled on my hands and knees for my feet were throbbing, and I made my way to the edge of wherever I was. Oh, water. I was on a boat. My boat. Did I have a panic attack? Why had I had one all of a sudden, I had been taking my pills after all...The idea of not knowing got my heart pumping again and I feel back on my rear and clutched my chest. Images flashed before me that did not belong here. Images of a cage and a little boy. Images of a man and a woman going down stairs. And...a basement..? Ah, dammit. I fell on my back now and retracted within myself. "Stop it...stop it! STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!" What was this feeling? I couldn't breathe. I forgot to get air but I just couldn't stop yelling. "STOP IT! NO NO NO!!"
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Post by Mahogany Nightingale on May 27, 2011 15:52:54 GMT -5
The ocean was such a fascinating place. The waves came endlessly, rolling up onto the shore like a hand and pulling sand down like little crumbs you wipe off a table. Docked boats swayed back and forth, up and down, in the tide, their metal parts clanking and the siding rubbing up against the dock, squeaking continuously.
It was days like this when I wish I had Chey with me so we could do stuff together. Ever since I took her off the street, all I ever wanted to do was be with her. She was my best friend, so why not? Not only that, but she was as down-to-earth as I was, so maybe I liked her more than I really should... we've known each other for so long....
That was when I heard the screams. "STOP IT! STOP IT! NO!" They sounded desperate, whoever they were.
I quickly had got up from where I'd been lounging, trying to figure out where the screams were coming from and following the noise. I searched all the docks and started looking through the boats until it got louder and louder, and eventually I found the person curled up and their feet bleeding. Jumping into the boat, I approached the guy, lightly laying a hand on his shoulder and trying to talk soothingly to him. "You're alright, you're alright. There's nothing here to get you." I really had no idea what he was yelling about, but it had sounded as though someone was murdering them, so that's just what I went with.
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Post by Elijah Wayne on May 28, 2011 18:44:07 GMT -5
--And I'm Beyond Repair [/center] I was panicking. This was a panic attack it had to be. I was prone to them especially when I was in a small space or somewhere dark, but I don't remember that happening. I didn't remember anything. I had no idea how I got here or why my feet were bloody or why I was having these images that were scaring every fiber of my body. My heart felt like it was going a hundred miles an hour and even though I screaming out my lungs I felt like I had no air. I was gasping for breaths as though I was drowning, though I knew that was not the case. It was like my body had a mind of its own and my brain was trying to calm it down.
Suddenly there was a hand on my shoulder and my heart skipped a beat. Maybe my mind was wrong. Maybe my body was remembering something my mind had forgotten. Maybe there was someone chasing me and trying to attack me. "You're alright, you're alright. There's nothing here to get you." Now that didn't sound like the voice of a murder or someone chasing me. I was hyperventilating now and I grabbed the hand of the guy in front of me. I clasped on hard attempting to calm myself down. I felt bad that this guy that I didn't even know was having to help me. I finally managed to get my heartbeat to a semi-normal heartbeat and my breaths were still quick but they were getting air to my lungs. I looked up at the guy still scared out of my brains. "T-thanks.."
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