Heavy Hearts | Quil Ateara [3]

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It was dark and cold, numb, and empty. Everything felt grey, it was grey and she was lost in a broken nothingness. She was trapped in the tide, her mind puling her further and further under. Her lungs contracted, squeezing and she woke with a jolt. Her head swam as millions of thoughts rushed to the surface.

Pain was the most prominent. Her muscles were strained, bones aching; even her skin felt like rubber. It was all hazy, a thin veil that shrouded her from consciousness. Pain drove her to the surface, chasing her with its hackles raised. She felt it flare in her thigh, an excruciating torture that increased with every beat of her heart.

Emotions were present, a worthy rival to the pain of her body. She could sense them, a plethora of emotions that were assaulting her senses from all over. Grief and heartbreak, suffering, and worry, came from all different angles and in all different degrees. It made little sense to her, how these things could be present at once, where could she have been to have encountered such feelings.

The last events she remembered were foggy, warped to fit something that her mind could handle. There was fire, an indescribable heat that tore at her. There was death grips and firm hands, purple skin mixed with ivory. It came in flashes, silver and white, and red. There was an overwhelming amount of red and Andy really hated the colour.

Red meant nothing but pain and heartbreak. It was the colour of blood, thick and deadly. Red was her pale skin when struck. Red was the burning fire in her veins in moments of utter torment. Red was Lynn the moment she turned to anger and hate.

Through the haze of her mind, she pushed through the red and grey. She reached, then reached some more for something to grasp onto. A precipice loomed above her, mocking her because no matter how hard she tried, reality and escape could not be reached.

A low beeping echoed around her, it was constant and repetitive. Hearing it, she realized that it matched her heart beat. The beeping was precise, counting and charting the sign of her life. It was reassuring for her to hear how steady it was, even if it was somewhat distant. It was then hat she realized that while trapped, she must have been in the hospital or a hospital like setting.

Counting the continuous beeps that had her annoyance spiking with each passing second, she felt a jolt of energy. It began in her hands, the dreaded shaking that haunted her started up with small tremors. Reality came rushing her way, knowledge of pain and wolves bombarded her. She would never be able to forget the pain she had felt when her friend transformed into claws and rusty fur.

In the light that assaulted her through closed eyelids, she realized how badly she missed the dark. In the dark it was empty, she was numb. She hadn't felt so free of emotions since Alice had snapped her out of the pit that she had found herself in before Victoria showed her flaming hair. It was now, in a moment of waking, that she realized how sad she truly was.

Everything was changing so fast, fluctuating so quickly that she couldn't keep up with the tides. She felt out of space, out of time with no anchor to keep her grounded. She loved a boy whom she feared more than she could comprehend. She hated his friends, and was accidentally attacked by her own. She missed her sister and her mother. She missed the simplicity of everything before she knew that the tribal wolves existed.

"Andy? Oh, thank god you're awake!"

Squinting through the light, she found her sister leaning over her with sorrowful eyes. She could feel the guilt and anxiety coming off her sister in waves.

"What?" Andy croaked out.

Bella sniffled as she knelt to the floor and gently brush a piece of hair from her face. "There was so much blood when you were wheeled in that I wasn't sure what to think. They were so flustered, Jake said they didn't even know you were actually in LaPush until they heard you screaming."