A Pair of Whitlocks

Chapter Nine

Over the course of what felt like years, but was only about three days, the pain got steadily worse as well as coursing to all parts of my body.

After the first initial scream from back in the woods, I had kept my pain quiet.

I was aware of being moved a long distance before being taken into a building.

At the current moment I was lying on my back on a hard, wood surface.

Throughout the pain, I was able to pick up changes in my senses.

My hearing got more than ten times better, as I could now hear the running of a river, the same river I figured we crossed just before we came upon the building.

My smell was the same. I could smell the river as well, along with multiple different scents, but all with an underlying sweetness.

My touch was what perked my interest, as I hadn't opened my eyes, in fear of what I would see.

I could feel each grain of the wood under my back and hands, and when the pain got too unbearable I clawed into it to keep from crying out. When this happened I could feel my nails carving out wood, as it came up under my fingernails.

I kept analyzing what was happening all while the pain tore into me. It felt as if someone had lit my blood on fire.
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It was just ending what I believe was the third day when the pain got to an extreme. This time it was centered around my heart, and my breath became more labored than it had been as I gasped for breath.

The pain clenched around my heart and I could hear and feel it beating furiously just before it stopped all together.

Both the pain and my heartbeat were gone in that moment. Sighing in relief as the pain abandoned me, I finally opened my eyes.

I was instantly aware that my eyesight had improved as well. As my eyes finally took in where I was, I could see everything clearly.

Pushing myself into a sitting position before I stood up. 

Turning in a circle, I could make out that I was in some sort of old barn-like building.

There was old, rotting wood for the walls and the floor. The air had a musty smell to it, and the one window was covered in cob-webs and dirt. The sunlight that did stream through it however, held particles of dust in it, that I could see clearly, and I knew I wouldn't have been able to merely three days ago.

Stepping towards the light, and past some old, hay-bales, I stepped into the light stream and what I saw amazed me. 

My skin was glittering like tiny diamonds all across the vastness of my now pale skin. I looked into the window, and saw what I could of my reflection.

My face had changed some, but I could still tell it was myself, as I was familiar with my features. I had gotten  a lot paler, even more so than I had been.

My lips had plumped slightly, my hair was shinier, and softer as well as more voluminous. My eyelashes were longer and darker, and my jaw was stronger. 

What caught me the most were my eyes. Gone were the dark, muddy brown eyes, and in their place were red, ruby-like, eyes, that sparkled.

Looking down my reflection, I noticed through my torn dress that I had filled out more, and my breasts had gotten a bit plumper. 

Not only did I look different, but I felt different.

I could no longer feel my chest beating, and I found that I didn't need to breath. What was the most prominent was the burning in the back of my throat. I firey burn that scorched my throat, almost as if I was parched.