Anger awoke me.
Plenty of people can say "Hey my mood is shitty just because i woke up like this." But this was more of a rage that shoked me out of my bed. My mouth shot open and shrieks achoed off the walls. I thrashed in the bed i was in and realized my hands and legs were restrained...how odd.
I continued to scream and thrash untill nurses- thats what they looked like at least- ran into the room, hissing at eachother. I couldnt understand what they were saying. Was i still in Ireland?
One woman with white hair tied in a bun hushed me and checked the moniter that suddenly appeared next to me.
I ignored her and the rest of the flittering nurses and continued to scream. My vain in my forehead was close to popping.
The nurse with the bun started pointing at the wall and shouting. If she was trying to make me calm down it wasnt working.
Another nurse began to hush everyone and put her finger to her lips. My screaming died down a bit to understand the point she was trying to make.
I heard shouting form the room the other nurse was pointing at. There was bumping against the walls and shouting from men. Then i noticed my screaming died down to low moans. Not anger, ut that overwhelming desire all over again.
A foamy weight held my body tight and caused my brain to fuzz.
Nothing made sence but this boy.
Though i wasnt coheret, i heard that he wasnt creaming anymore either. Our groans were in tune.
It felt like hours until i was finally with him.
They placed me in his bed and thats it. All our anger and dread and desire died down to a misty bliss that hung over us in satin curtains.
He ran his fingers through my hair and asked me questions about myself.
Whats your name: Elize Brown
Where are you from: Connecticut.
How old are you: 16
Birthday: August 25
Heres what i picked up from him. His name is Simon Rowan, he goes to Ocean View's School for Boys. Hes tall with light skin, brown eyes and black hair that swooped alot. Plus he has freckles all over him. Dimples.
His voice was rough as if he shouted alot and his hands were so big, that when he cupped my face, i felt small and insecure. His long body curled around me, and his arms held me....i didngt know what this was.
Somewhwere in the back of my mind Eliza felt clausterphobic and disturbed, but this new girl that was condemend in a hospital room with a handsome boy she just met felt independent and powerfull and that Eliza had died.
I dont know WHAT i felt toward the boy. I know i felt like i had a claim like i owned him.
He owned me too. As much as owned him. He owned my laugh, my anger, my body, my perspective. It bothered Eliza but it drove me wild. Set my heart on fire.
But how did he feel?
I didnt really understand anything that was going on. Why were we still in the hospital if we only had a coincidental allergic reaction from something in that cave. This dosent relate at all to that previous incident.....
Where were his parents?
Where was my uncle?
How long would we be here?
How long will be locked in this room?
What if i had to tinkle?!?!?
I felt normal,but everything besides normal also. These mood swings and this desire.
This energy that overwhelmed me. I need answers. But for right now im only worried about the fact that i do have to tinkle. Badly.
