Something Wild

Part III: Chapter Eleven

Well, I'm back here sooner than I thought. Mostly because I'm procrastinating writing my paper and my NOW FIANCEE (yes big things have happened my friends, big things--anyway) she thinks I'm writing my paper as I type this here message. how wrong she is! I am heavily procrastinating. 

So, i'm here to give you all an update! Please, continue to distract me with comments and outrage and stupid gifs. IDC. 

Anywhoooo, this chapter is a bit of a different style than I normally do. It's a series of flashes of consciousness, I guess is the best way to describe it. You'll see. 

Enjoy!

Chapter Eleven:

Everything's a haze. I can't tell which way is up and which way is down. I think we're in a house now. I don't remember how we got here. Warm water is running over my body. Hands gently run over my body.

"Val?" A voice says. My voice?

"Shh, it's okay, I'm just cleaning your wounds." She responds. It sounds like her. It's soft, melodic, gentle like her touch.

"I don't feel so good. Woozy."

There's a splash.

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Pain. My eyes won't open, but I'm positive someone is torturing me right now. I cry out. It's like a million shards of glass are slicing through my body at once. Maybe they are. Did I go through a window? I think I did...my head hurts.

I scream out in pain again.

"I know, Madi, I know," Val's soothing voice comes through the static noise in my head. "I have to get the glass out so I can stitch them closed."

"Hurts," I groan trying to smack her hand away. "Let me die."

"I'm not losing another person I love, Peaches. It'll be over soon I promise." She tries to be gentle. I can tell she doesn't want to hurt me as much as I don't want to hurt. She pulls another piece out.

I try to stifle the scream but contracting the muscles in my body makes another pain appear. This time I do scream. Spindly tendrils of pain radiate from my abdomen. Breathing is hard. Nearly impossible. I sputter. Gasp. Reaching for Val. I hear the clatter of her tools fall to the floor. Her the sound of her coming closer to me.

"Hey, Madison, baby girl," She calls calmly. Her hand is on my cheek, her thumb stroking it slowly. "The more you panic the worse it'll get. Focus on my voice. I'm right here. Everything is going to be okay." She repeats it again. And again. And again. I focus on the tone of her voice. The feeling of her hand. The puffs of air that tickle my face when she speaks.

"I just want it to end," I whisper with the little breath I have. "Let it end, Valerie."

"Mads..."

"It hurts so much." I force my eyes open, they feel heavy. Like I'm not even in control of them. My vision swarms with hazy colors and stars. Slowly blinking a few times, the world comes into focus. Valerie comes into focus. She's hovering over me, her blue eyes creating tidal waves that trail down her cheeks, the tip of her nose, splattering onto my face.

"I can't lose you, too. Please, I need you to fight."

My eyes flutter closed.

As it all goes black, I feel something soft press to my lips hastily, a voice fading in the distance.

"I need you, you're all I have left. I love you."