The spasms came next. It was like my muscles were being shredded apart, before being put back together in a different way. I cried, I begged, and I screamed! There was no relief.
I looked for Mom. But she was not there. Terror! Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I pulled on every ounce of reserves I had and crawled my way to the kitchen.
Mom lay on the floor, soaked in her and Sasha's sweat. She was shaking. I pulled myself closer, and saw that Sasha lay next to her, still...
I screamed...Fear, like nothing before...
"No." Mom yelled as she grasped my arm. Then she showed me a bottle of whiskey. I stared blindly, until it dawned on me. She had given Sasha the whiskey to dull the pain. I nodded back at her. Understanding. I tipped the bottle back and took a huge swig. It burned, even worse than my throat already had, but as it reached lower, filling my belly, a lethargy creep over me. The bruised and torn muscles got heavy, relaxed and I stopped fighting the changes that were taking place within me. I just accepted them instead.
The haze of whiskey took over and I lay down and slept next to the people I loved most in this world. And I prayed for the others before darkness overtook me...
© 2014, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB
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Darke Night
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