Camo’s P.O.V.
Why was I falling onto Peter? Why did I not feel anything? What is going on? Colors were swirling and things weren’t making any sense.
There was a deafening boom and I felt so light. But also so heavy. I tried to move my eyes to open more but I couldn’t. My limbs felt dead.
I just wanted to wake up. I just need to wake up…but I’m not sleeping. Now that I think about it, I am tired. I should doze off but only for a little.
I feel sounds and I hear light. I just can’t make sense. What am I doing?
I see faces flash across my mind, some I know and some I don’t. I feel like I used to feel when I was still doing drugs. Acid is what this felt like.
Oh but there is pain now. I can feel it just briefly. I am struggling but feel weighted down. Now there is a sharp pain in my arm. The pain is gone. I feel nothing. Nothing at all.
I feel weightless again. I’m on this rollercoaster of being as light as a feather and then being heavy as an elephant. I can feel my body going up and down. So many hands are toughing mine and so many words are mixed.
“Concussion, illusions, Neverland, head wound, Hook, pirates, fight, love, drugs, damaged, cut, blood, paralyze, mentally retarded, boy, candy stripe, months, chords, soon.”
Soon. SOON.
