Black Poison

Chapter Three

 

The hall sways as I fumble my way along the lockers, half walking half dragging myself to the ladies bathroom. Pulling myself up on the locks I cringe as they clunk, thank god there are only a couple of people here. They give me some odd looks but I couldn’t care less at that moment in time. Someone stops and grabs my elbow. I flinch as I feel her touch and I hear her gasp as she sees my face.

 

‘Hey are you ok, what happened?’

 

I try and pull away but I realise how much support I need as I fall into the lockers, she grabs my arm again.

 

‘I’m fine, I just got stung, I have an allergic reaction, and I’ll be ok in a bit.’

 

I answer my voice thick and my words slurred. Her face drifts in and out of focus and I see the concern in her eyes. It surprises me that she genuinely cares!

 

‘Do you want help getting to the bathroom?’ She asks.

 

I don’t want to accept, but I know I need her help. I nod my painful head and she puts her hand around my waist, taking my weight. It was only a short distance to the bathroom but I was exhausted. My breath came in short pants and I could feel the poison creeping down my neck. She pushes the door open and I stumble in. I then spotted myself in the mirror, the whole side of my head was swollen, my cheek, my and forehead, chin and a part of my neck. No wonder she was concerned, I looked like hell.

 

‘Is the sting still in there?’ I managed to rasp at the poor girl.

 

She took a quick look and she turned slightly pale.

 

‘Erm, yeah, I think you need to get that out, but I don’t think I can do it, I’m kind of squeamish’ she sounded terrified. I knew this wasn’t going to be pretty.

 

‘It’s fine, you can leave me now, I’ll be fine once I get this sting out, trust me, it looks worse than it is.’ I lied. She looked relieved and didn’t argue.

 

‘Okay, see you, sorry about your face.’ I watched her go before turning back to the sink and emptying my stomach. I cringed and turned the tap on, washing the waste of food down the drain. Reaching up my hand I gently probed my face, trying to find the but of the sting. I felt its rough tip and shuddered retching again at the awful pain. It felt huge. Stumbling into a cubicle I grabbed a wad of tissues. Wincing I pinched the end of the sting with my nails, I pulled gently and I gasped in pain. My whole head throbbed and I retched yet again, bighting hard on my tongue to stop myself from calling out. I had to do this; I pulled it out another millimetre, a small yelp escaped as tears spilt from my eyes. I felt something dribble from the wound and wiped it away with the tissue. I did this all with my eyes scrunched shut. After trying to pull it gently out the third time and being attacked by another wave of nausea I decided I had to do it in one. Taking a deep breath I took the tissues and wrapped them around the sting. I grabbed it and pulled it out in one smooth movement. It felt like I’d just sliced my face with a blade, but the pressure was lifting from my scull and I instantly felt better. But there was liquid gushing from where the sting was, I grabbed more tissue and wrapped the sting in it before pressing the paper to my face. They were soaked in no time and the liquid was dribbling down my wrists, swapping my hand I gasped in surprise as I saw my hand. The liquid was black, black and oily. Pulling the tissues away I saw they were soaked in the same liquid. It didn’t smell of anything but it was still gushing from the wound on my face. Whatever it was, I needed to get it out, the poison. I grimaced as I pushed on the swelling and even more came out, I had to get this poison out. I pushed harder and cried