| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
Nausea.
My head is very heavy and everything is spinning, spinning, spinning…
There are people screaming, different voices; I hear a baby crying but I can not remember at the moment what a baby is. There are several voices in the background that are saying ‘it is okay, it will be alright, everything is going to be okay, everything is…
I see in blacks and blues, with a little pink tossed in to throw in the hues.
There is a woman I can here crying as well – suddenly she screams. I wonder for a moment what is wrong. Into my hears crawls a fuzzy, out-of-service noise that erupts once it reaches my brain and explodes in a pandemonium of loud, loud, loud quietness. Everything is going to be okay everything is spinning spinning spinning spinning…
I can’t hear her anymore; the static is causing me to loose hope.
I am lifted, there is light but I cannot see. I am awake, I think, but I am certain I am asleep. Something in my stomach is aching I cannot feel my legs I taste copper and metal and warm, warm liquid everything is going to be okay everything is spinning everything is static
I don’t think I have the time to cry
My mind is going black it is spinning spinning spinningspinnings p i n n i n g
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06.07.09