Fly

Surprise!! (pt. 2)

A/N: yep, she died. Bye-bye! Ta-ta! Farewell! ¡Adiós! Haha, sorry. That ending was on purpose, so don't think I didn't finish or something. But, hey, look! I'm posting Fly chapters! That's good! Maybe that last one was short, but it was still there! This one should be longer (at 335 words vs. 543. So much, I know, compared to my 1582 word chapter before these.), so that's good, right? Anyways, here we go with the next chapter~

I felt like I was paralyzed. I couldn't move my arms or legs, but I was alive, right? My eyelids were shut tight by an external force. If I could move my hands I would wipe my eyes clear, but no! I mentally sighed in frustration and focused on examining my state. I couldn't see it move, but I could breathe. I could smell the air (which smelled like moldy, decomposing trash for some odd reason) and hear. The area was quiet, leaves were gently crashing into each other so there was a slight breeze. No animal was around me that I could hear. So I sensed no danger. I focused on myself. Obviously I couldn't move, so something had affected my muscular system or something was compressing me. I couldn't feel my body enough to know which was the right answer.

I opened my mouth slowly, running my tongue across my teeth. I tasted the old blood that had cemented itself into all the nooks and crannies. I was slowly being able to move, each piece of me melting into use.

I still couldn't open my eyes. I twitched my fingers, slowly, trying to work motion up my arms throughout my body. I could move my wrist, then my elbow, then my whole arm. I did the same to my legs. But no matter how much I did I couldn't open my eyes. I was extremely tired from the effort I put in that day, so I fell into the cycle of sleep. I guess I spent a whole day on stretching. How productive. I even dreamt of stretching so I just feel oh so relaxed and rested.

As I lay, slowly coming back to reality, I warm up my limbs from their slumber. I lift my arms up and go to rub my face. Something large and furry stops me. I weakly push at it. I can only barely nudge at it, but I roll my hips and shoulders a little to make the push more useful. Something wet leaks onto me as it rolls and splashes when it hits the ground. I guess it's blood. But from what?

I pull my soaked arms to my face and scratch at it. Something hard has encrusted itself all over me, settling into my nostrils and eye sockets. I carve a hole for my left eye. My first glimpse of the world again is a blinding white light. The sun is directly overhead, it must be noontime. I get to work on the other eye, hoping the sun will shift by that time so I can find a river and rinse off. I was still too weak to move beyond slight motions, so as I awaiting night to arrive, I also awaiting my strength to return.