More Than A Single Droplet

15

Steve eventually gets James back in their cell. James lays down in the bed that's making creaking sounds and hides under his blanket, rolled up as a gigantic soft ball. Shaking slightly that Steve watches from his side of the room, remaining silence since talking only made things worse. 

James feels anxious, he got control back for now but he keeps imaging things, he can feel the terrible pain from his skin for being overstretched in a too short time, he can feel the fat forming up in his body by every second. He's scared, scared to die, scared to grow, scared to be never himself again, scared to be stuck as a zombie, scared that a week is just a lie and it'll never stop, scared for the fact two droplets might can do instead of just one... Scared for the heavy migraines he's feeling, scared for the people who's around him, scared for people to kill him, scared to continue being alive and scared to be just breathing. 

He's stroking his fat arm with a chubby finger and feels the skin smoothly and soft move around, he hates it... ever he used to love skin, to love soft, to love fat but since everything went wrong.. he's scared of it.

He hates it to get hypnoses by seeing food, by smelling it or just randomly... but there's something he doesn't understand, why can he handle this, why can he still think sort of clear while Sacha didn't even seem be able to think at the slightest.

James carefully sits up, his body is getting literally to heavy for himself to pull himself up, or move around, he already fails walking himself and needs help to be able to hold himself up. He remembers Sacha not being able to walk anymore, she rolled herself around and tried to reach from the ground any possible thing to eat. being taped into a blanket as a desperate try not to make her skin rip into pieces...

James experience with skin so far is... it can handle growing with the 1,63 kg (3,6lbs) an hour, but that adding of eating makes it hard... He's feeling now after those eating minutes that his skin is max stretched and it's aching him. 

"Steve.. I'm sorry..." he mumbles under the blanket.

"You shouldn't be." Steve says.

"I don't think I can handle another foodtrip.." James says sobbing but there isn't a reply coming from Steve anymore. All James can feel is a sudden touch from the other side of the blanket that rubs his soft back in order to calm him down.

Tears start to stream down James' eyes, it's like a code got decoded. He's crying. Whaling sobs leave his mouth while his tears keep streaming, his body making heavy shocks to keep himself breathing through his breakdown.

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hello people... I'm not really feeling well, very depressive feeling is hanging in my body like a black hole is squeezing my heart and making it disappear.... I feel a breaking feeling inside of me but I can't get rid of it... I sort of hoped writing a chapter might help but it didn't....

So I don't know if I'll continue writing and in case I won't... I'm sorry.. in case I still will write then I need a bit of help to keep this story not too dark... 

Please... comment or send a direct message in case you have an idea or just want to chat, I appreciate to know this story has some kind of worthfullness.

And I sort of try to make it a better book than the first one.

love,

Elly