To Heal is to Feel

A Monsters Mouth

The feel of cool leather is the only thing I pay attention to the first few seconds of opening my eyes. At least, I think my eyes were open.

Oh, the cloth. The cloth around my neck , covering my whole head, blocking me from observing where I was brought to.

I wasn't in the woods, no, maybe in a room.

I test out my limps. Kicking my legs up and then out, immediately, they collide with a blocky thing. I try to move my hands, but am stop when I feel an itchy sensation runs through my wrist.

Letting me know I was restrained by my arms. My arms being held captive behind me. I kick my left leg to its side.

It hits something weakly. So does my right.

"Car." I manage to get out through patches of something liquify coating my whole down face. Oh no, oh no no no no no

My Precious Blood. Spilt because grown men didn't like a little girl killing their grown man friend.

I rubbed my tied hands against the leather seat in hopes of didn't something sharp. But as I wiggle my hips around. I realize that I didn't have my weapons, nor my belt.

I stopped, sinking into small defeat.

I don't know how long it is. How long it is till whatever happens, but it was long. Too long that an impatient person would have chewed themselves to death by now.

I could hear something faint, something that only my brain figured on its own accord as a chill run down and up my spinal cord.

However, my ears were blocked off from too much blood flowing into them. Having me feel even more defeated to the oblivious I had to endure.

Something clicks, clicks clicks click and clicks some more. A song ringing through the chilly air. The sound of terrified people.

Everything was void.

I guess I should be grateful. The screams... the terror of whoever was outside of the car was like a dreamy nightmare. I tried to move closer to where i suppose the door is.

But as I press my covered ears to a cold, glass window, I feel the weight around my aura poof.  My already aching stomach tumbles out of my skin as it hits rocky ground.

My head bouncing back and forth. My precious blood shoring out of my mouth some more. I wait for the snarky remarks from the men from walker, but they never came.

The only thing I was able to find ,  out of the sea of terror silence, was dead gasp. The air was heard leaving whoever it was, but it was like it wasn't leaving.

My arms are pulled over my head. My feet try to find common leveled ground to stand as I feel them drag me someplace cold.

I'm stilled, forcefully. I feel presences beside me, all around me. But I'm blinded from them. Cut off from the whole entire human exists.

Finally, as if the king of the universe heard my thoughts, the cloths is loosened from my throat. Fresh, clean air greets me dearly as the cloth is ripped apart from me with justice.

There was big, holding light all around. My head picks itself up with as much energy I have leftover.

I try to wipe my eyes from whatever heated liquid was coming from it, but am soon stopped, as I realize the itch rope was still suffocating me.

I have to rely on blinking. Blinking and blinking till the headache soothe itself and my eyes are free once more.

My hands begin to shake as a cool bush of wind blows my lengthy hair before me. My jacket weighing down with however much precious blood came out of my cheating mouth.