Random Thoughts🌙

Claws and conversations

Lying down on her side she hissed as her arm pressed against the mattress. As her wound reopened she felt her sleeve getting soaked with a thick liquid and her arm becoming stickier. "Of course.." she muttered in frustration.

Sitting up she winced as the cloth stuck to her wounds. Pressing her back against the bed rest, she steadied her breathing and ignored the sting she felt on her bicep. Claws, long and sharp, curled around her shoulder. A voice whispered against her ear, "Dear, this is nothing." As she tried to pull away from the taunting voice she felt it before seeing it. Pain shot through her lower leg, a bruise forming. Another sting at the side of her neck, crimson marking her skin. The silent whispers snickered at her as she cried out for an escape. "Get away from me!" She yelled. Silver glinted in the night, the tips of those claws reflecting the moonlight. "I've already done what I came to do. Until next time my dear." The whispers faded.

Drained and exhausted, a headache was making its presence known. Dragging herself out of bed, she changed out of her ruined shirt into a clean one, wiping something to avoid infecting her wounds. As she carefully lay down, avoiding her injuries, she let herself be pulled into the darker emptiness which sleep offered. It was her escape, even if, just for a little while.