Bewitching

Chapter 4

It's weird. Being unconscious that is. I think I've been out for three days now. My mind feels detached from my body. Like floating around in darkness. Only with the company of my thoughts. And my thoughts aren't that pleasant right now either.
I can't stop thinking of WICKEDs message. The only two things that really stood out to me was WICKED is good and we can control you.
I think the only reason I remembered the first one is because they said it multiple times.
So here I sit, or float, in a unconscious blur. With those two thoughts bouncing around in my head. All in the meantime feeling nauseous, dizzy and confused.
I am suddenly plunged into a dream.

~*~*~

I sit on a rooftop, wind untangling the knots in my hair. The tears running down my face trace paths in the layers of dirt covering that currently covers a lot of me. I am watching this from my eyes, but unable to control my body.
I let out a strangled sob. A hand intertwines with mine. "We'll be fine."
A familiar voice. I haven't heard that voice in a while.
I let out another sob. "I've lost everything." More tears.
"You haven't lost me." I am pulled into a hug.
All I see is brown eyes before I am sucked back into the never ending vacuum of darkness.

~*~*~

I. Am. So. Bored. I have been like this for DAAAAAYYYSS.
Everything is the same. I have a lot of time to think.
My thoughts mainly center around my dream.
Or memory. What if it's just WICKED messing with my brain. They can supposedly control me.
But if course, like typical me, I ignore common sense. Maybe it's just the fact I want something to grab onto of my past life. Like an anchor. Or motor. To keep me going. I think I might have been in this state too long, I'm going insane.
Then... it.... changes?
Awareness of my surroundings hit me like a slap to the face.
I still cannot move.
Anger seethes inside me. How.... frustrating.
I have no idea where this sudden anger comes from but it is not helping my situation at all.
I feel something wet on my forehead. "Greenie." The voice is slightly breathy like whoever this is just finished running.
"How are you doing."
Well, I'm trapped in this dump a.k.a my body. And I'm nauseous and dizzy. I'm perfect how about you.
"Things are pretty rough right now. Griever sightings have been made during the daytime so yeah. Bad news."
Griever?
"Oh, I forgot, you don't know everything. Let me fill you in because you can't hear me anyway..."

~*~*~

The boy, who I've figured out was Clint the Medjack, had filled me in. I'm honestly not that surprised. I'm used to weird now.
Clint left a while ago. But he left the shuck cloth on my forehead and it's annoying.
I feel too horrible to register the fact I used Glang.
I hear a door creak open and shut. I feel my hairline getting soaked. Just great.
"Hey Greenie, what a bloody god-awful situation to be in, huh?"
No duh Newt.
"I have some news.." He trails off suddenly.
Oh no, Newtie, why so sad? Wait, Newtie?
"Oh, that must be annoying." I feel him removing the cloth from my head. Aww, thanks Newt. NOW TELL ME THE SHUCKING NEWS.
But something happens. As soon as one of his hands brushes my forehead, my head explodes in pain.
My back arches, and I scream bloody murder. I hear a commotion, but pay no notice. I flip off the bed, writhing around. Multiple hands grab me and lift me off the ground. I scream again.
"HELP ME!"
"I'm trying Greenie, now stop struggling." Mihno.
The pain in my head multiplies by gajillions. I scream. And scream. And scream. I feel hands holding me down.
Suddenly, the pain stops. But that's just because I'm unconscious. Again.

A\N: sorry for the short chapter! I hope you like! Thanks for reading.
Now stay calm guys cause things gonna get REAL.