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 Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 3:40 pm Post subject: Halloween Friday |
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Her eyes open.
Eyes? Are they eyes? They hurt. Dragging open a coffin lid. Cry, she want to cry. Can't cry. Won't work. God, they're like fire.
She struggles upright.
Back doesn't want to straighten. Spine feels like a broken telescope, bent in all the wrong places. Head, hands, arms meet wall, try to hold her up. Still can't seem to cry, just dry sobs.
She walks.
Stumbles. Has she fallen? Can't quite tell. Knees, elbows, palms are skinned. Can't feel a thing. There should be blood. Eyes won't work, too blurry. Garbage can, maybe; pulls herself up again. Keep walking. Make it to the street.
Stop. Sway. Think?
She grabs a lamppost. Can't stop retching. Body doesn't like itself anymore. Feels like she's eating herself inside. The metal's cold, clean. Face pressed against it; flushed, fever, choking on gasps. Can't quite find the ends of her fingers. Tortured eyes want to close.
- Memory.
Smoke, strobe, sound; music, dancing, laughter. Floor full of masks, costumes, swirling capes and fake blood, fake teeth, fake smiles. So much sweat, so breathless, so much fun; even Frankenstein looks attractive tonight. Too many beautiful werewolves, to good to be true.
Drink, take, relax.
Her legs are slowing down, too much of a good thing. Quieter in the corner, bench, cuddled up to a vampire. Makes her feel good. Warm. Bloodsucker buying her drinks; she giggles.
Drink; frown.
Something's wrong, odd. Can't see straight. Fuzzy. Weak. Blink, blink, vague eyes. Friendly vampire with strong arms, help her outside, help her to somewhere quiet. Cool air.
Scream...
... without any sound. Pain, pain, pain, pressure pain pressure pain pain pain pain. Wrong, wrong, wrongness, hot wet, noiseless. Feels like he's sucking her dry. Not friendly anymore.
Reality. -
More hands. Strong. Firm. Clean. Table, needle, calm. Heartbeat, pulse, slow. Slow.
A&E. ER.
Just another
Friday night
Halloween
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