| It's Time to Wake Up |
[24 Nov 2006|07:32pm] |
At first there was only physical pain, from the hole that had been sliced through her midsection, and the strange resettling of her body from one place to another, by most nontraditional means. And then there was relief... Relief that her spell had worked and taken her to a safer place...Tyler’s place, and he would help her or hold her until she didn’t need help anymore. But then came the silence, and the awful, dull-witted realization that she was alone, and as time ticked on, that no help was coming. That she would wait to bleed to death alone, choking on the taste of iron, lying in the wet, warm redness that leaked from her and soaked the floor all around.
‘I’m cold. It's so cold in here. It hurts so much. Where are you, Ty? Please come home. Hurry... I don’t want to die here...’
She was lonely. Strange to be feeling it now, when life was slipping away, but she did feel it, and she wanted so badly for someone to save her or simply know, so she didn’t have to watch the black creep in from all sides alone, but that’s exactly what it did.
Among the last sensations Star knew, were those of arms coming around. Cradling. That very blackness sliding over her to wrap in the silken cocoon of a dark mother's embrace.
"We shall mend you..."
An angelic voice set in an ebony-framed face of white.
But consciousness was to be an absent friend to Star Tomlin for many weeks. Perhaps even months. To have slept so long... This was a soul in dire need of physical replenishment and the nourishment of energy. To be placed, indeed, in the care of another.
"Shhh... You must not fear..."
( You Have Slumbered Long )
( Is He Coming? )
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