It was later that day that things started to escalate and take an arduous turn.
I had woken up from a spontaneous afternoon nap to find that my throat had become ridiculously dry to the point where it was unbearable, like a sharp blade was cutting along its insides. In combination with this, the rest of my body felt like a total dead weight, my limbs being utterly devoid of energy. With this I had absolutely zero motivation to move one lousy inch off my bed, even if it wasn't the comfiest.
Still I was desperate so I had quickly – or should I say, as fast as my body could handle – ducked into my tiny bathroom that was attached to one side of the room, and turned on the tap at the sink. I cupped my hands to gather the flowing water and brought it to my mouth where I eagerly drank it up. I did this a couple of times before my thirst was satisfied and turned the water off only to look up and stare at my reflection in the mirror above.
Dark circles hung below my eyes and stood out against my skin that had noticeably lost some of its colour. Drops of sweat fell from points on my forehead as I went to wipe them away. The surface of my hands felt rough when I did this, I looked down to see that the skin was severely dried out and cracked in places. Shocked, I scanned the rest of my exposed skin to see that most areas were of similar condition, however not as bad as my hands.
"What the hell?"
I instantly coughed as my words came out short and raspy, like sawdust was scratching directly along my voice box.
Too bad I didn't have any moisturiser so I was left to bear with this horrible situation. Is the rest of my body gonna turn out like my feet, because if so I don't think I'll ever leave the confines of my apartment again.
Maybe they have a convenience store somewhere? They're bound to have skin products or sunscreen at least. Just anything to help with the state of my skin.
So with that in mind, I was off in search of a place that may or may not even be here. My breaths were short and laboured as fatigue dominated my form, body trying its best to stay upright as I stumbled rather than walked. Am I dying? God I feel horrible.
I groaned thinking about how I hadn't even begun packing my luggage, since I needed to leave after tomorrow in the early hours of the morning. My constant thoughts about what I am and my place in the world have caused me to hesitate in that task. It was like some invisible force was imploring me to stay here. Here where the constant smell of salt and waves continuously greeted me amongst the steady ocean breeze.
Ms Jee's gaze lingered on me as I stepped out and into the outside world, my mind sworn to have seen a slither of sympathy and concern appear on her caked up face. Guess I had earned some respect from her after all.
The rays of the early twilight sun felt like fire on my dry, shriveled skin as I scoured the deserted town, looking for the desired place that may or may not provide my skin with moisture. Would one even be open at this time? It's getting late.. Oh well you're out here now, might as well see things through.
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Crescent Tides | BTS
Fanfiction"Let the waters guide you... just as Selene guides them..." "You've been away long enough... It's time to come home.." All Y/n wanted out of her dull, mundane life was to find out the truth about herself. Will she succeed in her endeavours or end up...