Don't Catch Me!

Chapter 11 - Dirka! Dirka!

Chapter 11 –  Dirka! Dirka!

“Cissy?  Is that you?” Something warm wrapped it’s self around my waist and pulled itself across the dirt floor to curl around me creating a wall of breathing warmth. 

It didn’t feel like death.  It was too warm to be death.  Where are you death?

The thorn blanket of pain tightened around me and with each failed breath it got tighter.  Biting and cutting into my existence as it held me captive.

 “Hell, breathe Cissy, breathe.  Hold on.  Please hold on!”  The distant voice seemed concerned.  With sudden movement the warmth was gone.

The chill spread across my body.  Yes, the darkness was coming.  The darkness was coming for me.  The darkness was pain free.  All hail the darkness.

Something was shoving me.  Pushing me onto my back, the warm strong hands ripped my arms free, yanking them from their grip around my knees, and then my legs were unceremoniously pulled from my chest where they had been drawn up.  Something was forcing me out of my ball.

Now air found its way into my lungs only to be screamed out again.

Almost immediately I was assaulted with a different pain.  A biting scratching piercing pain hit my chest.  A heavy weight pinned me to the floor.  Something inside me told me to fight, to escape but my body wouldn’t co-operate.  Instead I just lay there and waited for it to be over.

Instantly my lungs expanded, my body collapsed and all the tightness drained away to replaced with a sleepy, fuzzy sort of calm.  

I wasn’t falling.  Why wasn’t I falling?

Where did the light go?  The iridescent light was gone.  

And now the darkness was going leaving only the night.

“Breathe deeply, this will take the pain away,” the voice reassured me. 

Death was painless.  Death was easier.  But Death was abandoning me, leaving me without even a goodbye kiss.

Air found its way into my lungs as they expanded and contracted on their own.  The thorn blanket unravelled leaving me on a soft fluffy cloud of confusion.

I tried to focus my eyes.  Blurry dark images silhouetted in the bright moonlight.  Blinking to try to force my focus I concentrated on the one shape that was moving.  Whatever the voice did to me it was good because it took away the pain.  I had no pain.  No pain, nothing.  I clenched and released my fists, no, nothing.  Wow.  

“Cissy, I injected the essence directly into your heart.  Do you understand me?  You went through the gate with no medication, no essence.  Can you understand anything I am saying?” He spoke softly but the fear in his voice resonated. 

I stared at him as the blurry lines slowly became clearer.  He looked familiar.  That haphazard hair, those clear large blue eyes, and his mouth so beautiful - if only it had a smile on it - yes, familiar. 

My hand found its way to his face, “Joel? Is that you?” 

“Yes Cissy, it’s Joel.  I’m here.  How many fingers am I holding up?” He was speaking slowly.  Too slowly.  And he was holding up four fingers and looking at me expectantly.

“Don’t be a jerk,” I breathed my annoyance at him then attempted to swat his hand away, “Or I will give you one finger to count!  Hell, after all of ‘that’ you patronise me?  Seriously?”