Painted Faces

Chapter Eleven

Blah once again i was forced to write this on my phone, if there are any errors please excuse my stupid autocorrect. 

Anywhosers thanks for reading XD

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Sleep overpowered me once again, I realized as I awoke to the sound of thunder and rain crashing down around us as we sailed on through. It startled me, I never really was a fan of thunderstorms. The fact that we were on a ship in the middle of the Atlantic ocean, a prisoner to the movement of the sea, the crashing if the waves and the tide wasn't helping.

I groaned as the thought was making me sick, great my first taste of sea sickness was setting in. I rolled out of bed, quite literally, and crawled my way to the bathroom towards the back of the room. I kept my eyes closed firmly shut, the rocking of the ship was only making things worse. By some miracle I found myself at the bathroom door, grasping at the frame and trying to steady my legs, which now felt like jello and pulled myself up.

When I tried opening it though, it was locked. I knocked, no reply. Furrowing my eye brows I tried again with the same lack of luck, and jiggling of the door handle. Straining to find my voice I finally managed to choke out a soft "is anyone in there? I think I may be sick." whoever was inside-if anyone- most likely had a hard time hearing me. There was some scuffling when I heard a faint "oh ok I'll be out in a sec, why don't you sit down?" keeping my eyes shit I decided it was a good idea, somehow managing to find the bed proved to be quite difficult within the darkness behind your eye lids. 

Suddenly my foot hit the frame of the bed and I let out an exasperated "ow!" I pulled my foot up to my waist and rubbed it, just when the ship swayed heavily to one side, sending me tumbling To the floor and hitting my head on the night stand next to my bed. The sheer amount of pain That was sent through my head was absolutely overwhelming, so naturally I decided just to lie there on the floor. "you know never mind, I'll be perfectly fine right here, at least I'm not going anywhere for a while." my voice came out groggy and scratchy like last time, but luckily had more volume to it so they hopefully heard me.

The ship rocked heavily again, I groaned as the similar feeling of sea sickness washed over me. From my left I head the door unlock and creek open, the throbbing in my head kept me from focusing on the footsteps coming towards me slow and steadily; they stopped around a foot away from me. After a couple seconds passed, I thought they had simply gone, when I felt a pair of arms scoop underneath me and pull me into their grasp. Startled and slightly embarrassed I squirmed, trying to relive myself of their grip. To my dismay it had no such effect. 

"Shhhh... It's ok I'm going to take you to the bathroom, ok? I need you to sit here while I get you a class of water and some pills for your sea sickness." he set me down on the floor. Wait, he? I rubbed the sleep away from my eyes, then the sickness, then lastly the make up. Yikes. Once I was satisfied my vision was acceptable without any faults I looked up, there was no one to be found. Hmmm. Before I could think, I knew it was going to happen. I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner, I rushed over to the toilet and opened the lid. 

As I stared face down in the bowl, the sea ripping vulgar sounds from the back of my throat, the salty tears staining my skin, I heard him return. He quickly rushed over to me and pulled my hair back, when I thought I was done wrenching my very guts out, another round was ripped from the pits of my stomach against my will. He rubbed circles on my back as he shushed me, whispering that everything was going to be ok.

My brain was still trying to decipher who this was exactly, unfortunately the sounds coming from me were over powering his rather soft voice. Twenty seconds... Thirty seconds.... A minute... Longer? I don't know how long passed until I slowly backed myself up against the wall next to the toilet. The tears streaming down my face were beginning to dry, I could feel the smeared make up painting my face. My breathing finally slowed, and the throbbing from where I got my head returned. I reached up to the bump that was now forming to rub it.