The Books I'll Never Write

Fine (pt 1)

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, owowowowow," she hissed under her breath until it became a stream of air. Stumbling into her bathroom, she pilfered through the bottles in her hanging cabinet. Cosmetics and medications alike started flying as her vision started to blur from the pain. 

And then there was a knock at the door.

"For the love of God," she groaned, giving up on her search and tripping down the hallway instead.

"Who is it?" she muttered, clutching her side with one hand and the doorknob with the other. The world was spinning around her, an endless loop she couldn't seem to stop. "Who is it? Who is it, who-" a sharp gasp of pain tore through her. It stole the breath from her body as black spots started dancing in her vision. She slid to the floor, curling up into the outer corner of the hall.

"Hello?" said the door. No, not the door. There was a person outside, right? She couldn't remember. There was just pain; endless, mind-numbing, excruciating pain that completely took over the girl trying to make herself as small as she could.

"Black!" The door paused. "Black, are you in there?"

"Yes." she thought "Yes.

Please.

Help me."

"Black, I'm breaking this door down if you don't respond to me." The door started shaking.

"I can't respond. 

I can't talk.

I can't think.

I can't breathe."

A loud bang came from the door.

"Black, I'm coming in." Several loud hits sounded out as she began to lose consciousness. She saw her door fall off it's hinges, and vaguely thought anything that would knock it down would probably be something she should hide from.

But she felt safe, because she knew the voice on the other side of the door. She couldn't place it just now but she knew it would take care of her. It was yelling now, screaming at something but she didn't care much, because the voice was here.

"Someone is here." she moaned in relief. "I'm not alone.

I'm not alone."

"Oh god. Black, what's going on? Hey, talk to me." A silhouette was kneeling in front of her, and from it came two gentle hands that started patting down her sides and face.

"Where is it? What's hurting you?" A frustrated growl came from the looming shadow. "I can't find it darling, you need to tell me."

"Someones here," she repeated to herself. "He's here."

The last thing she registered before slipping into relief was a forehead touching hers. Warm breath coated her face as someone whispered "I'm here. I'm here. You'll be okay."

"Yes," she finally thought. "I will be." 

And she let herself fade away.