(Editing 2nd )The Eden Chase Chronicles: The Mystery Of Them (#Wattys2015 #lgbt)

I was never allowed in Eden.....

I am in a room.
On a bed.
I'm tired.
I'm hurt.
I cant think straight; my brain is thick with a impeachable fog so dense I can't see, even though my eyes are wide open...I think. All I can see is a swirl of flowing greys.
I struggle to control my eyelids unsure if I am trying to lift them or lower them.
My stomach is churning but is hollow aching; an empty washing machine in it's final spin.
I swear I can hear laughter on the TV.
The sound is too high, it crackles in my ear and I'm desperate to cover them but my arms won't move.
A sense of deep angry fills me.
I want to move my fucking arms!
I struggle not even sure if its having any affect on my drained limbs. My demented groans fills my ears with my effort.
My leg is pulled crookedly out; way too far.
I gasp aloud with thelightening strike of pain.
STOP! My mouth opens but only a sluggish slur drools out.
There's a sharp pain right in the hip joint; On the inside, where the knobbly joint connect to my pelvis- A pounding pressure like Thor is swinging his hammer there repeatedly, almost comically fast with his godlike strength.
It hurts.
Sweet Jesus, it hurts so much. My head is swimming as black waves crash over my consciousness with each cruel swing.
I try to wriggle to relieve it but I am stuck fast here: I'm in a vice now. It holds all of me steadfast with the strength of cold steel but the heat of blue flames.
I cant breathe; my face is smudged onto my mattress. My neck is angled upwards like my body is somehow levitating but my head is still under the full force of gravity. I can't move my face any further to the side but I'm not getting enough air. My head is swimming:
With pain,
With lack of oxygen,
With confusion.
The pounding is getting deeper, harder, faster. Pins and needles attack my hip and pelvis. My whole body shudders as a terrifying clunk snaps in my hip.
At last The vice lets me go.
I  scramble up and breathe in desperately knowing I was seconds from dying. My hip is aflame with a burning; Like there's copious amounts of deep heat swirling in the void there.

A mist of alcohol lingers, like clouds, in the cold air.

Something's happening again
A familiar shape looms above me bumping me.
Am I dreaming?
My ears billow with faux silence.
Fear captures me a second and I see.
More?
No! I blink quickly trying to wake my failing brain up. What's happening?
My head is now off the bed and swinging madly from side to side like a demonic fairride.
My head cracks loudly....

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Darkness

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I come to screaming.
Sheer agony cascade my whole body. Every inch of me feel a beaten and bruised. Blood is filling mouth with its coppery taste.
I'm dying . Oh my god, I'm really dying. Don't..... I don't want to die.
Can't breathe
Can't......
NO!
I snarl; fighting with my last ounce of strength.
Something hard but soft slams into my cheekbone and I fall back into the darkness.

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I blink up at the blurred light. Wink up. One eye refuses to open.
The red room around me is familiar. I know this room welk. I can't quite place it though. Its too hard to think. It hurts to think. The strangely familar room is tilting and bleeding; Dancing about me like a bad psycadelic trip.

So red. That deep dark sinful cherry red that flash Zeus ' bolts in highlight.

It's burning like the fires of hell.
I whimper at the sight but no sound happens.

Oh, but wait! Now it's glowing a yellow gold.

It's not right. It's making me feel sick. It's swaying; the whole blurred scene doing an obscene mexican wave around me.

My head isn't right.
A gurgle is racing up my throat.
The room dims to a violet sunset.
My neck is expanding. The ground shakes under me.

Wait,

No. The ground isn't shaking; I'm convulsing.
Am I being sick?

Why can't I feel it? Why can't I hear it?
There's a deafening buzz throttling my eardrums as shapes jerk above me and across me and....