Little Organization Mix: Book 1; The Beginnings

CHAPTER 9: Found and Cornered

PERRIE’S POV

I felt like I was dying.

My insides were on fire and I could not move.  I have been stuck her in this fetal position for what must have been several hours if not days.  I watched what I could see of the sun rise this morning.  At first I was pretty much unconscious because I’m pretty sure I fell down here yesterday just before it started getting cold and the next thing I know the sun is rising.  It was kind of dark around here because the trees were huge and shaded everywhere from the sun but I could still make out the rays.

I was calling out for help as loudly as I could which was pretty much a whisper compared to my usual volume when I heard something.  I thought it sounded like footsteps.  I prayed that it was a knight in shining armor coming to save me and not one of those creepy . . . things.

I closed my eyes as a sharp pang went through my stomach.  What the hell was wrong with me?  It felt like I was poisoned . . . Poisoned . . . Maybe the berries I’d eaten were poisonous.  Oh God please don’t let me die here.

 I felt someone tap me on my shoulder and I fluttered open my eyes.  Hovering over me was a girl with big curly brown hair and bright golden brown eyes with these amazing flecks of green in them.  There were some freckles across her nose and splattered on her cheeks if you looked really close.  She looked worried and I swore I thought I saw a halo.  I tried to say something to her to test out if she was real or if I was just seeing things but all that came out was a strangled sob.  I was in too much pain.

“Um . . .  How am I going to deal with this?” She was mumbling to herself in a strange accent, scratching her head.

The way she looked down at me made me feel like my pain was causing her grief, as if looking at me made her sad.  It touched my heart that someone who did not know me seemed to care so much.  And strangely seeing her so distraught made me want to get better so I could make her smile.

My vision was zooming in and out with all the pain I was in giving her a sort of enchanted appearance from my point of view . . . Maybe she was an angel.

“Wh-who a-are you?” I struggled to ask as she frantically looked around as if seeking out a plan.

“My name’s Jesy.” She sighed and sat down close to me.  I saw a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“I’m . . . P-perrie.  What’s w-wr- wrong?” I whispered desperate to make the girl who seemed to care for me feel better.  Something about her made me want to help her even though I was the one lying nearly comatose on the floor.

“I’m sorry Perrie but I don’t know what to do to help.” She shifted my blond hair out of my face in an affectionate way.  I found it strange because the gesture felt familiar and welcomed –like she’d done it before.  It was like it somehow made me feel a little better.  It was sort of the way my mum treated me when I was down.

I tried to smile at her.  Maybe if I smiled it would cheer her up.  As far as I was concerned smiles make everything better.  I did not expect her to have any resources to be able to help me so I did not understand why she seemed so bummed out.  She looked so worried as if my dying would have some great impact on her life.  As I slipped back out of consciousness I could not help the feeling a sense of familiarity about her.  She seemed like the older sister I was supposed to have but didn’t.