ALL THE GREEN OF LIFE (C)
Mar 21, 2015 2:50:52 GMT -5
Post by Nisa on Mar 21, 2015 2:50:52 GMT -5
Her good days had left. Her bad days had become bad days. Her bad days were the best days she had. Those days, while she ached tremendously, and could scarcely move her body, she was provided the relief of sleep. Her bad days permitted she remain conscious to witness her suffering. Those days, she could barely bear. She swore, surely, that they would kill her. Hazel was surprised they had not. Those days, she begged for them to kill her. She begged for death, its relief much like that of sleep. Perhaps she would dream, she thought. Perhaps she would meet her mother once more. Slowly, but surely, her family would be reunited. And when the others came to join them, they would be greeted warmly. They would share stories of their lives and what they had done since they had last seen one another.
But now, Hazel was never greeted with warmth. When she awoke, she was greeted by agonizing pain. Pain that struck her entire body. It lived within her bones, hollowing them, it seemed. The adolescent was in a constant state of chill. Her body shook violently as she tried desperately to cling to any warm her failing body possessed. As far as she could tell, there was none. Even now, in the spring, Hazel could sense no warmth. She could sense no change in temperature. When the first flowers had come to bloom, Hazel’s siblings came joyfully to visit her, in hopes that she too, was experiencing spring in her own way. But to Hazel, and her dark, drafty room, it was always winter. A winter so harsh it chilled bone.
Today was a bad day, but not a bad day. Hazel had been drifting in and out of sleep for the majority of the day. What time it was, she could not tell. Her eyes had become accustomed to darkness, for the light only shone through her windows at certain intervals and her erratic schedule often prevented her from experiencing it. Today though, she had made her siblings promise her that they would awake her so that she could see the light. She craved the light much like a moth did. Dully, she thought it might warm her. She knew this would not be the case, but the thought pleased her. Hazel had accepted there were many experiences where would never experience again. She had also accepted that there were many things that she would never experience, ever. She had made peace with it, but she would still experience as much as she could while she could.
And so she had arranged the date, which included her sisters and her father. It would not be much, for Hazel fought for consciousness. She would be roused and try as she could to remain conscious throughout. It was all she could do, but she would do it. She would try, as she always did. She tried and tried, but it was not always enough. Often, it was not enough. Hazel was no longer enough. She knew that soon she would be gone. She accepted it, as best she could. While she was here, she would experience what she liked and experience it alongside those she loved. She would have spring flowers brought into her drab room, as well as stories of the outside world. She would have them told until she drifted off into a sleep that could be her last, but never seemed to be.
// Family thread! East posts first, but after that there will be no posting order to speed things along. This isn't mandatory but will be one of Hazel's last threads so feel free to participate!
East, Bird is the word, {PANTOMIME!, ♫ Moxxi