ambrosia papageorgiou, a once wonderfully talented and vibrant young girl whose life was turned upside down after getting diagnosed with leukemia.
after moving to forks, washington with her mother, abandoning her long time friends, she gets introduc...
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|AMBROSIA SHUFFLED ACROSS THE COLD FLOOR,making little noise. Her vision was subjective, an example, was that everything was blurry, possibly foggy. She looked down at her feet, to make sure she didn't trip on anything.
Her gaze, reached to the side of the room, where..? A bunch of mirrors were placed? She could see herself clearly, as if the mirror was protected from the cloudiness. She extended her arm, towards her face, and her fingers brushed against her skin, which told a story, a bad story. Bruises were pilled ontop of her nose, and under her eyes, as if she battled the strongest men on earth.
She stroked her jaw, and it caused her to flinch away. Her eyes squinted as she noticed the cut. Right across her smooth bones. Her lower jaw, across her lips. She pressed harder, and pulled back, wincing. She held her head in her hands, it was incredibly sore, and it pounded, as if someone was repeatedly punching her, over and over, not stopping.
It reminded her of a migraine, or when she began feeling joint pain, from leukemia, but worse. Ambrosia was it's prisoner, trying to get out of her cage of pain. She wanted to lie down, but she was scared. She wanted to rest, but she was afraid, afraid of where she was.
She lent her head against one of the pillars that belonged, and squeezing her eyes shut, as she let out a silent scream of frustration. Her desire to sleep was gaining on her, and she felt herself starting to relax, against the hard, and cold, concrete post.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and before she could fall into the blackness of sleep, a scream erupted. Her head snapped upwards, looking about. Ambrosia's eyes were half shut, and she could barely see. That didn't mean she was blind, though. She saw him. She saw his blond ponytail.
She wanted to shout loud, tell him to leave her alone, and stop haunting her dreams, but she couldn't. She felt paralyzed. She lost all function in her body, her limbs stopped moving. She tried raising her hand, but failed. The only thing she could feel was a tingling sensation on her finger tips, which she aggressively tried to move. She wrestled with herself, trying to stay afloat, as she fell to her knees, her head slamming against the marley floor. She was losing vision at a quick pace, and all she could see was a blur. She looked up one last time, meeting eyes with the monster.
Her eyes fell, looking at his musty jacket before shutting. Ringing noises bursted into her ears, making her squirm, and suddenly she was back.
Ambrosia opened her eyes and sucked in a large breath. Her chest rose and fell at a fast pace, as her heart was bouncing around within her ribcage. This one wasn't as visual frightening, but just imagine not being able to feel your limbs, hearing loud screams around you. If someone was to charge her, she wouldn't be able to move. She wouldn't be able to survive.
