I'm Not Ten Years Old, I'm Fourteen, You Dingus

Chapter Thirty-Two: Out of the Void

I feel as if I'm waking up a bit. The blackness I have been walking around in for the past while has lightened to a grey, and I feel as if the darkness isn't pressing down so hard on me. And I begin to feel and hear more than just my feet tapping against the no visible floor. I like it here, I feel lighter and I don't have to deal with my cumbersome crutches. I'm really lonely, though, so I don't want to stay here forever. It's a constant battle, stay here where you are free to move about, or go back and no longer feel lonely?

Once more I feel someone tightly grasping my hand. I look down at it, and though I can't see anything here in the darkness, I know nobody is there. Then why do I feel someone holding my hand? Words ride on the wind that blows through the blackness of this void. "C'mon, Violet. You can do this. C'mon." I heard the whispered, struggling voice of Abi. The thought finally occurred to me that Abi was the one holding my hand and talking to me. But what was it that she wanted me to do?

"If you feel as if you're waking up, then wake the frick up. Lives depend on you doing this.", Zyna had said to me, the words hitting me like a slap to the face. I was going to try to wake up. It felt as if I were swimming through syrup. I wanted out of here, out of this void. My eyes were heavy, and I finally got them open a sliver. However, shortly afterward they slammed close again. Come on, Vi, try it again, I thought, succeed or be stuck here forever.

The very notion of me dwelling here until the rest of my days fills me with determination. I pry my eyelids open, and slowly, but surely, I make them open all the way and fully. When I get them all the way open, the first thing I see is light. Brilliant, shining, melt-your-eyeballs-out-it's-so-bright light. The second thing I do is begin to choke. What's going on makes little sense. Something is stuck in my throat. I never put anything in my mouth before I went to sleep! I cough and cough on whatever is stuck in my esophagus, but it is incredibly stubborn, and it doesn't move. I jerk my arms all around in confusion and distress, and in my right arm a sharp pain is pronounced. Very, very pronounced. I want to yell, or do something, but all I can do is choke.

I whip my left arm on top of my right and wince in pain. A grotesque noise escapes my mouth, and something that tastes metallic and rusty comes out of it. I'm pretty sure blood just came out of my mouth, but there is no way for me to know for sure; I am blinded from the light. Next, I hear footsteps. Someone must come in and save me, otherwise I might die. I hear screams, and a flurry of confusion. Then the world spiralled out of control. It was a seizure.

The last words I heard before I blacked out was a sentence said by a man as I faded away. "It's okay. She'll be okay."