LANDFILL - [C]
Apr 4, 2015 22:00:04 GMT -5
Post by Nisa on Apr 4, 2015 22:00:04 GMT -5
THROW ME IN THE WATER
DON'T THINK ABOUT THE SPLASH I WILL CREATE
DON'T THINK ABOUT THE SPLASH I WILL CREATE
Hazel tossed and turned, her sleeping fitful. Her face rested in a grimace, her body curled and distorted. She blinked away the sleep that she had scarcely experienced as her eyes filled with grey light. She could not yet tell what, but she felt that something was wrong. Her sheets were damp and clung to her debilitated body. She squirmed uncomfortably for a moment before the realization struck her, then recoiled in horror. Her front paws scrambled in attempts to escape from the mess she lay in, but her back paws did little to respond to the rest of her body’s movements. Hazel began to heave with panic, her backside unresponsive and uncomfortably wet. Her sheets, drenched in urine, had a stale, moldy smell to them that made Hazel sick. She felt as if she may actually vomit, as her heaving had been so intense it stirred bile, but realized she had nothing in her stomach to vomit. She was entirely empty, her stomach barely pronounced from her skeletal body.
Hazel had never been more disgusted with her body. She had never felt more failed. She leaned over the mess of sheets that covered her bed and licked her backside frantically. She thought that if she could clean herself, she could make herself better. Despite her efforts, Hazel felt no better. She lay helpless in her own mess and could do little more than move several inches by contorting and rolling her body. She squirmed from the dampness, searching for a dry area. When she was able to reach an un-afflicted area of her bed, she collapsed. Her sides heaved from the sheer exhaustion of moving her body.
She lay still, her eyes open, and stared at the ceiling. Her breathing slowed, but her mind did not. She felt as if she were in a fever dream, her body and mind both afflicted by something that nauseated her. Hazel closed her eyes and tried to calm herself, to no avail. Her thoughts raced and she became uncomfortably aware of the dampness of her body. Her fur clung to her body in an intricate mat. Her skin was irritated and itched terribly, but Hazel could not reach it. She winced, and whined deeply. The morning light was dim and dappled her body. For the briefest moment, Hazel felt what was close to satisfaction.
It was all too brief. Everything Hazel had experienced had been too brief. She felt a spasm overtake her body and was immediately thrust into panic once more. She winced and bit her tongue, drawing blood that pooled in her mouth. Her mouth parted and onto her sheets spilled saliva and blood. Hazel could not bear to look at it and moved to face the opposite direction. Her bore her face into the sheets and released an agonized whine.
She did not know where her family was, but desperately needed somebody to aid her. She could not bear the thought of anyone seeing her like this, but knew she did not have much choice. A spasm overtook her once again, and with horror, Hazel felt her bladder release and urine soak her. Her breathing was labored and panicked. Hazel was on the verge of hysterics. At the sound of steps outside of her door, Hazel called desperately from where she lay. "Help, please…" She could not tell if the sound had carried, she felt as though it had barely left her throat, for it had clenched with emotion. With haste, Hazel tried to prepare herself to been seen by whoever it was who was outside the door. Within a second, she knew that she would never be prepared, should she have waited a second or a century.
LEAVE ME AT THE ALTAR
KNOWING ALL THE THINGS YOU JUST ESCAPED
KNOWING ALL THE THINGS YOU JUST ESCAPED