Blood and Barbies

Adrenaline

I had not been able to use my talents lately so I worked quickly and fiercely. I exploded in rage. My feet jerked me into kourtney's hut before i knew what i was doing. I accepted the directions my body was giving me. I was in her hut in seconds. I grabbed kourtney's things and threw them against the wall, creating a weak spot in the adobe wall. I saw a wicker basket under her cot and grabbed each thing that was not what I was looking for over my shoulder. I found loose stamps at the bottom of the basket along with a stack of envelopes in a rubber band. I stuffed them in my bra. I threw the basket back into the corner. I saw a thick journal on kourtney's bed that said diary on it. Oh how cliche! Suddenly, kourtney rushed into her hut. Her face was red and contorted with anger. I quickly grabbed a syringe from my belt. Kourtney's hands wrapped around my neck.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" kourtney screamed. I popped the cap off the syringe as we fell to the floor with her on top. She got into a straddling position on me and tightened her grip on my throat. I choked violently but managed to stab her in the side. Her grip loosened immediately as she went bug-eyed from the pain. I quickly rolled out from under her. The glass needle shattered in my hands under my weight. I needed to get out of the hut before the effects started to manifest themselves. I grabbed her journal and ran. I could not just go back to my hut and chill so I went to mouse's to borrow something from her. It was dark out now so I wouldn't be so conspicuous. I grabbed her makeshift backpack and put it over my chest. I put all the stationary and the journal in it. As I ran through the forest to my next stop, I felt raindrops on my face. I looked up at the sky but i could not see through the leaves of the trees. My foot struck a root since I was not looking where I was going. I know how to land so I gracefully caught my fall. I hurried back up without checking for injuries. It would be hard to tell anyway in the dark. I reached the welsh's soon after that. The rain had calmed to a drizzle. I practically jumped up the rungs to the house. I could see in the moonlight that most of the family was not there, but I could hear a light snoring. Stealthily, I walked over to a wicker basket in the corner. A likely place to keep a first-aid kit. I hoped they hadn't used the gloves yet, but I doubt they would have. Why would they need to anyway? I made as little noise as i could fishing for the plastic container. I found the little round mirror but that was it. I slid it into my backpack that I had hanging across my chest instead of my back. I sifted through the drawers of a big dresser to but no avail. Flick never mentioned where it was. I saw a baby changing station and almost kicked myself. Of course they would want gloves to change diapers! I started feeling my way around the station in the dark. I screamed curse words in my head when I heard the beginning of a baby's cry in the crib next to me. I started frantically grabbing at things on the table until I felt the cool feel of latex. The crying picked up and I cringed. I hurried over to the station before the crying got bad. I grabbed the gloves not caring if they were dirty and shoved them into the bag swiftly. The soft snoring stopped when the cry became earsplitting. I shot through the dark to the light coming in through the doorway. Sounds of someone getting out of bed filled my ears.

"Hello?" a man asked obviously scared. I silently jumped out of the doorway and landed on the ground in a perfect crouching position. The land was still painful because the drop is seven feet. Pain ricocheted through my body. I ground my teeth, got up, and ran. Since there is not a lot of housing near the pond, I decided to crash there for the night. I could hear toads croaking as I got closer to it. When I laid down I almost suffocated on the humidity. The wet grass was much more comfortable than the dirt flooring of the hut.

The sun made it's way through my eyelids. My thoughts zoomed through my adventure last night. When I remembered the way Flick looked up at Kourtney my face felt sour like when you are about to cry. I jerked up in anger when I remembered the way Kourtney looked down at Flick. I untangled myself from Mouse's backpack and sat up. I reached in for the brown journal and my heart stopped. My palm was caked in blood. My adrenaline kicked in as I held my breath subconsciously in shock. My eyes slowly started scanning up my arm and I realised I was throbbing in pain. The flesh on my right forearm had been practically ripped to shreds. Searching for the cause, I thought about last night for clues. Oh crap, I had forgot that the glass syringe had shattered under my weight. Running around afterwards certainly did not help it either. While I ran to the Welsh's my arm had been all cut up. My heart dropped and I ripped open the backpack in search for my mirror. My face was rust colored from wiping the "raindrops" from my face. I looked like a dried up Carrie. I also had light purple fingerprints at the base of my neck from getting choked. Those should fade fast though. My clothes were mottled with blood as well. I stripped down to underwear and did a body search. My body ached from the harsh landing and my left arm had horizontal cuts on it. I could not remember why. Other than that, I was good. I waded into the pond and dunked my head under the water. After I had scrubbed my face clean and the old blood had been washed off my arm, I looked so much better. I got out and put on clothes. If you did not look hard you could not see the blood on my black tee. My white jean shorts were another story. I tried washing them in the water but it left behind faint brown spots.