[UNDER CONSTRUCTION] "Alone To Long" leafy angst story

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warnings: Violent Descriptions of depersonalization, derealization, unconscious self harm, blood/bleeding/ wounds, sensory issues, throwing up, choking, ect.(i may have missed some)

(i tried to be gross this chapter tell me how i did :liam_face:, also its loosely based off something that happened to me :chad_face: )

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"Ow...-" she whispered to herself as her head pounded, she'd been walking for a while... Maybe a few days..? Or maybe a week? She couldn't tell-, without stopping to get a drink or even eat one of the berries she kept passing, for some reason she couldn't bring herself to stop, she just wanted to get to the city already, have some actual shade, water, other food products expired or not, but her complaining was useless it's not like anyone is listening to her, and even if they were, they cant change anything... all that leafy could do, for hours at a time, was think.. think to herself about her family, her life, her time on the show, her friends.. if they were going to make season two...thinking about what they would compete for, and who might win that, definitely not her because she's over 2,000 miles away!

the sky was wavy, the plants were wavy, everything in her vision wiggled, but she didn't know why, she knew that when she looked far away on a hot day, the mixture of hot and cold air would make the light rays wiggle and bend.. but why did it happen so close to her? that's not something that happens this close, was she feeling sick? leafy held her hands in front of her as she walked.. they.. looked weird...

"wh..?" they looked.. Wrong.. one was smaller and one was bigger than how her hands normally were, but that's impossible, nothing was wrong with her so why was she seeing things?? it felt as if this wasn't the first time she's felt.. or seen things like this before.. she just can't remember when.. She never had the best memory, but it was definitely better than this.

She felt her legs wobble and continued walking, she blinked her dry eyes, just letting her body go, if she stopped for too long her body would ache, better to keep going... Her body felt itchy, dirt mixed with sweat was not a great mix for someone like her, it was basically driving her crazy, feeling as if she could pinpoint every grain of dirt on her body, she growled quietly, as she started to walk faster, and speed walking led to jogging which quickly turned into running, she was breathing heavily and sweating, her wavy vision fixated on the blurry city in front of her, the sun beginning to set .....casting a red haze over her view.

her foot got caught on a root that wasn't quite into the ground enough, causing her to fling forwards, she hit the ground with a thud, rolling forwards, she yelled in frustration, standing up with shaky legs, stomping to the bush that was unfortunate enough to be the one to trip her, she angrily grabbed at the branches and broke them, violently ripping off any leaf she could...

Finally grabbing the desecrated bush and up rooting it entirely and chucking it away from her, she breathed harshly though she couldn't tell if it was because she was running, she fell, or the fact she probably inhaled the dirt that was flung into the air when she picked up the bush, but she felt like she was choking... sort of, as if something was in her throat as well as someone holding her by her throat, but it was the faintest feeling she didn't know how to fix, though it began to get worse and more intense; she gasped for air, coughing between almost every breath, as she turned to the city and continued... she barely had a thought in her mind... not even feeling the blood dripping from the cuts in her hands from the bush, or the cuts in her arms and legs from her fall....

As if her body was on autopilot, leaving a blood trail behind her, she picked up the bag that fell off of her when she tripped, slipping it on herself without stopping, coughing every once in a while, sometimes the feeling on her skin would become to much, and she would scratch at the place relentlessly, once her back itches in a place she couldn't reach, she stopped...ripping off a spiky branch from a bush and scratch her back with it, it worked she didn't feel itchy.... But it was beginning to rip her skin apart, losing a lot of blood.

Nightfall came... the ground got cooler, she wanted to fall, wanted to collapse on to the cooling grass... but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't, all she would do was fake out of a fall, making her look more and more like some kind of zombie.

Bloody...

Dirty....

Messy....

Clumsy...

She kept walking, the night wind blew in her face, stinging her wounds, she hissed in pain, tears felt as if they were ripping apart her face, struggling to escape her eyes, she breathed harshly, coughing when she inhaled to much, as if her body had a limit to breathing..... she fell to her hands and knees, coughing and hacking, as if trying to expel something from her body, she gagged, throwing up, feeling it burn her already hurting throat, her body shook.

Her eyes glossy and unfocused, as if she weren't aware of what was happening, thought she was, her stomach had almost nothing in it, it was just acid, she stared at her throw up under her, feeling herself recoil, and dry heave, trying to get something else out that refused to leave, drool fell slowly from her mouth.. Shaking and swaying as she shivered and shook, into the mixture of throw up, spit, tears and blood it went.

She blinked for a moment before her eyes wiggled and threatened to close, she fell to one side of the mess and passed out, drool escaping her mouth as she laid there.

short chapter cus I dont feel like writing anymore. tell me how i did on the descriptions, and if you have any suggestions to make it better i would love to hear it!! anyway, I swear I'm working on my books but I have this thing called "school" and i go there for about 7 hours for most the week... crazy I know, and what's crazier is i also have to do these things... called "chores" its when you clean, and on Saturday& Sunday.. its when we do chores ALL DAY so forgive me if i take a bit to finish things. /passive aggressive

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