Chapter 29: Florence

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-Florence’s P.O.V-

Every part of my body felt as if it was being punctured by tiny needles, and a searing hot pain roared inside my stomach. I had never felt such agony before in my life, and I was certain that this would lead to my death. How could I possibly survive after this?

First, the fire grew to my lungs, overwhelming them in one single breath, and squeezing the air out of my lungs forcefully. I gasped like a fish out of water, but no air would draw into my body. My head spun, and the fire grew hungry again, raging up to my heart and engulfing it in a pit of fire. My pulse pounded in my ears and I heard a distant screaming, hurting my ears painfully. It became a labour to breathe, every ounce of my body was resisting to the movement. I could feel my hands groping desperately at my body, trying to tear the pain out if that was even possible.

Heat, pain, death, the three words consumed my thoughts. In three words it summed up exactly what I was feeling. The heat and pain had me convinced that death was nearing, coming closer by the second.

My vision swam, but corrected again and I could see a hazy picture of a familiar face. It was Kyle Donnovan, his expression set to a mask of utter horror as he watched me. Why wasn’t he doing anything? My arm stretched out towards the kitchen, towards the tablet that would set me free from this hell. Couldn’t he see that all I needed was the tablet, couldn’t he call an ambulance?

But my body wouldn’t move. It had frozen in place, save for the bone chilling shakes that I experienced every few seconds. They were violent now, and I dropped to the floor, twitching crazily like I was having a seizure. Was I having a seizure? I didn’t know.

Heat, pain, death.

It felt like an out of body experience, I couldn’t move a muscle anymore. But I could still feel every sharp pain that was prodding me, every flicker of fire that licked my muscles. It had spread throughout my whole body now, except for my head, and I prayed that it wouldn’t extend that far. I was sure something was inside of me, tearing me apart shred by shred from the inside. I was defenceless, and utterly overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to do, if I could even do anything. Something ripped inside of me, and a sharp crack sounded, sending my blood to turn cold – amid the fire of pain. That must have been a bone, a rib maybe. Had it cracked? I couldn’t tell. The agony was ongoing, never ceasing and all my different aches and pains morphed together to form the one fire of pure hell inside my body.

Heat, pain, death.

My head throbbed again now, as the fire drew closer. It crawled up my neck and my teeth snapped together, narrowly missing clamping down on my tongue. My ears were burning, and my nose stung like never before. But once it reached my eyes, my vision blacked out altogether. I was sure if I could see myself at that moment, my eyes would have rolled to the back of my head by now.

Heat, pain, death. I stopped feeling, my brain and body slipping easily into unconsciousness, or was it my final moments, was it my death? I didn’t know.

*

I was still alive, I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad turn of events at the moment. My eyes flashed open to see the plain white roof overhead, with ornate carvings. The pain was still present, yet slightly dulled somehow. I was thankful.

I heard movement. My head wouldn’t move no matter how forceful and desperate my commands were, so I listened. My breath was heavy in the silence, but hurried footsteps could be heard a few metres away, in the kitchen maybe. The crinkle of paper, the click of a pen, the light scratch of somebody writing, these were all sounds that I proceeded to hear. The pen clattered on the marble counter, and the footsteps came closer, until the face of Kyle Donnovan appeared in my view. He looked slightly worried and his hands came closer to my mouth, holding a small oval tablet.

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