A Breeze Of Wind (PURECACAO STORY)

Chapter 11- Endless Abyss of Torment

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(3rd person POV)
(I honestly feel like I write better when I do 3rd person pov so ill probably use it more><)

Dark Cacao had woken up with only pain on his mind. Though he wasn't so sure of his surroundings, the strong stench of horrid sweet berry juice told him exactly where he was. He could practically smell the sugar in the drink. He wasn't a great fan of the taste or the smell and had only drank it to get things off his mind, or if his friends had forced him. He didnt have any time for himself to get drunk whatsoever, only on rare occasions. But as of now, he wished he could drink gallons of it to atleast get his mind off the pain. He was paralyzed in the bed, only moving his eyes to scan around the room, even if his vision was slightly blurry. The bed was messy, with the sheets being a bit soggy, but mostly dried up, and there was a slight aroma hidden in the air, signifying that there was infact another person there. Though he couldnt put his finger on who was there, he could only assume it was Hollyberry who had been here. Even if Hollyberry was one of his closest friends, she wasn't exactly his first option on who he wanted to see, nor was she exactly the best caretaker in this situation.

For him, at times she was more muscle than brains. Even if it sounded bad, it was pretty true, occasionally only having a few good ideas. She was the one who got him killed in the first place so it only made sense. He wished to see his loyal subjects again. He cared for them as they were his own, especially after what had happened between him and his son. He wondered how they were and how his kingdom was. He hoped they were alright. Speaking of seeing people, one person who he had not seen in a while was White Lily. Come to think of it, when he had first came back he hadn't seen her anywhere. Maybe she had been busy, but he would be lying if he said he didn't miss her company. But he would ask Hollyberry about her whenever she came back. His body still ached, but atleast now he could move better. He decided it would be best if he could try to get some steps in. Looking around the room, he used anything he could for support, considering he hadn't walked in around 2 days.

He rummaged through drawers, hoping to find something, anything to help him with his pain, or at least his vision. He mostly found empty papers, some unsent letters, and tons of pictures of people he could not remember. His vision was getting worse by the second, and he felt like he was going to pass out any minute now. Still, he kept searching, dropping things to the ground that he could care less about. He knew there had to be pain killers here somewhere, there was no way these people could last with hungover headaches all day.

After searching through all the drawers, with zero hope, he dropped to his knees in defeat. He crawled towards the bed, but was too weak to get up. He let out a groan of pain and eventually settled besides the bed, on the floor. The floor was cold, not that it bothered him anyway, it simply reminded him of his home. He looked to the side under the bed, he hadn't even considered looking under there. Once he realized his mistake, he quickly reached under the bed, not caring if his hand was covered by dust or any other things that could possibly be under there. Eventually, he felt something small and cylinder shaped, followed by a slight rattle due to the movement.

Immediately, his heart felt content, and he felt like crying tears of joy. He wasn't even sure what it was but he hoped it was what he wanted. Pulling his arm out from under the bed, he was proud to see it was infact what he had been looking for, a bottle of painkillers. Quickly opening the bottle, he shook some out into his hand and shoved them in his mouth, not even thinking about taking them with water. Finally, he could rest. He laid on his back, extending out his arms and legs, knowing soon enough he'd feel better. He decided to try to rest while the pills kicked in, but not for too long, he still hoped he could see Hollyberry before he begs to go back to Pure Vanilla. Nothing was wrong with his friend Hollyberry, he just wanted to constantly feel more relieved from his pain. Still, he closed his eyes, hoping everything would work itself out while he's in another world.