Stellarlune - KotLC Book 9

Chapter 2 - Keefe

Stupid Neverseen. Stupid Mom. Stupid powers. Stupid, stupid, stupid...

Keefe solemnly walked along the sidewalk, clutching his bag with his stuff, his mind swirling with the horrid smell of pollution and sweat, weaving through so many people. His newly found empathy skills were overwhelming him (thanks mom!), and he was in need of desperate isolation, so obviously he couldn't find any because his life was just like that. So he just kept on moving, his mouth shut (it takes effort), his body threatening to collapse, his brain (probably) on the verge of shattering, his vision blurrier than ever (he was this close to making an appointment with the optometrist and risking numbing them if that meant that he could tell tree from weird squirrel with wings).

He felt nauseous, and soon enough, vertigo settled in, making it harder to walk. He bumped into a countless amount of people grunting as an apology, listening to them say "Hey!" and "Watch where you're going!" through one ear and shoving it out the other. He had a feeling that if he was a machine, his systems would've fried into an overcooked Costco chicken rotisserie a/n don't ask me how he knows what that is :/ and exploded into a million parts.

Keefe put a hand to his head, trying to calm his senses, and he bit his tongue to keep him from screaming a command. Oh, how he wished he was back at Elwin's, moping and being miserable, and dreaming about elf armies that he could eat. But he knew it wasn't possible. So instead he pushed ahead...

which was obviously the wrong thing to do, because he suddenly went numb (did he use his power on himself?), and his breathing turned into hyperventilating. A sharp pain made its way up his body, and his migraine increased by a million, and he felt as if his skull was being used as a drum set by one of those punk emo teenage boys in an even more emo band.

He distinctly felt hands on him, and he could hear someone talking, but it was so faint that he couldn't decipher the words properly. And he knew it wasn't a problem with his polyglot senses because his brain translated the words that he could somewhat hear.

"What happened-"

"Oh my-"

"His pulse is drop-"

"Uh, is he oka-"

"Call the ambulance!"

"911-"

"Mommy, is he dying?"

And then...

Keefe passed out.

A/N

Okay so I'm realizing that my chappies are super short, but that's because I like to space out my writing so that it's not overwhelming, and there's not too much on one page, because I know that for me, if I get overwhelmed with too much writing, I lose focus, which sucks because then I probably miss out on some important information.

And that's why my chappies are super short.

And that's also why I try to post at least two chappies whenever I post so that it's somewhat equivalent to one chappie.

Thanks darlings!

~ Frenchie