Pain

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~Nona~

               Things have been pretty quiet around here lately. I know Laslo was in the house a few nights ago. I woke up to pee, and I could smell his scent. It was extremely faint, but it was there. I expected him back the next night, but I haven't seen him or heard from him.

               I've been doing what I usually do every day, trying to keep busy. I have a mate who has locked me up, and I'm torn between loving him and wanting him dead. It's hard to focus on anything because I'm so isolated. I don't have any friends to talk to or any family. I'm alone with my thoughts and my emotions. Well, not completely alone.....I do have Zora.

               When I got Zora back, I was so grateful. I missed her like crazy, and I just wanted to feel whole again. With Zora back, I tried to mindlink, but I kept hitting a wall. I can't even shift, which is crazy because the silver cuff was gone not too long after the chain was removed. No silver should have resulted in mind linking and shifting, but all I have is Zora's presence. I finally had to accept that as better than nothing and realize that I would still be physically alone.

                I gave up watching TV a day or so ago. There is nothing new, and it's frustrating to watch the same things over and over. I haven't been reading my books because they just remind me of how life was before I met my mate. I was happy and carefree, which I'm not at all now. The only thing I have right now is my baby.

               It's hard to be angry about the baby. It didn't ask to be here or be created. The more I think about being with child, the happier I have grown to be. My earlier devastation has given way to true enthusiasm. This baby will not have to endure any of this. I will find a way to get out of here and run away with my child. Zora and I have been exploring the different opportunities that we may have to run. We have been trying to devise the best plan.

               I head to the kitchen, looking for some food to eat. My kitchen gets restocked every few days without my knowledge. It has to happen when I'm asleep because no one comes here during the day. Truth be told, it takes a lot to wake me out of sleep, so I'm not surprised I haven't run into the kitchen fairy.

               I make myself a small meal and eat it at the table. I spend the meal imagining how my life will be as soon as I get free. My baby and I will live somewhere deep in the woods or a human town. Actually, a human town sounds much better. Anyone who comes across me wouldn't be quick to grab me or do anything to me because that would cause humans to become aware of our kind. We could live our lives pretty freely if we went to a human town. I think one that is further away would be best. It would take longer for anyone to find us.

              I clean my mess, still musing about my future. I continue to imagine what my child would end up looking like and how they would be. I go to the living room after cleaning and get comfy on the couch. My musing turns into blackness and dreamless sleep.

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               I shoot up on the couch, clutching my stomach in agony. I can feel my body drenched with sweat as if it were 110 degrees in the room. My shirt clings to my wet body, and some of my hair is plastered on my face. I swing my legs off of the couch, intending to stand on my feet. I don't know if this was too big a move, but a wave of pain hits my body, and I lose my breath. I drop to my knees, trying to apply pressure to counteract the pain.

ZORA! ZORA!

I can feel it too. I don't know what it is.

               I can't concentrate enough to continue talking to Zora. The pain is too much for me to focus on anything but it. I know there is a warrior standing guard outside. If I can just get to the door, maybe I can get the warrior to get me help.

               Did I eat expired food or something? I was feeling fine all day, and suddenly pain like I never felt before. It must have been what I ate, but what could it be? I was brought some potato salad that is legendary around the pack. The Omega that makes it gets rave reviews each and every time. I was grateful that someone thought of me when refilling my kitchen. I had a ham sandwich with potato salad, along with a bottle of water. I can't imagine what it was that has been like this, but this is pure agony.

               I try to scoot along the floor, but I'm not getting too far. It feels like there are a million daggers being pressed into my stomach. Each one is sharper and being pushed in further than the last one. I close my eyes, pressing my lids together so tightly that my eyeballs are starting to hurt a bit. My nails are digging into my hands, and at this moment, I'm grateful that I can't shift. My breathing has turned into gasps for air. I look toward the door, but my vision is getting much too blurry. The pain is too much, and I flop on the ground, not being able to move an inch. Darkness takes over.

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               "I thought you said this would be quick. It seems like it's taking forever."

               "You have to have patience. It's working, I can tell."

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               My body is sore all over, and I try to roll over but wince in pain. I feel like I've gone ten rounds with a heavyweight fighter and completely got my ass kicked. My mouth is dry, and my eyes feel as if they are swollen shut. I can feel softness under me, not the hard floor I remember being on last. I want to see if I can smell any other scents, but I'm too out of it to focus.

Zora....are you there?

I'm so so tired. I need to rest.

               I leave Zora alone and decide to do the same. I try not to move too much; I've had enough of the pain and discomfort. I will say something feels different. It feels as if something within me has changed. I'm so curious as to what could be different, but I'm too run down to try to figure it out. I will rest a bit and see if I can find the problem later. I let myself drift off, hoping that I wake up with a better disposition. 

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