Turned, Twisted, and Tossed Around

Chapter 8~ Ourne

As soon as my body went through the sheet of particles my body burned.

I fell flat on my face in the wet soil, and curled up into a ball. Words cannot begin to explain the pain I felt. I felt as if my skin was peeling off, burning actually. My skin was burning slowly, and it hurt so much that I blacked out. My eyes were squeezed shut, and whimpered in silence. The pain was so dreadful that I couldn't make a single sound. I couldn't move at all.

Every single part of me burned, like being thrown too close to the Sun. The wet dirt eased a small fraction of the pain, but didn't give anything beyond that. I thought that I was going to die, I wished I would die. Anything would be better than the harrowing pain coursing through my body. At first it was just my skin, but the pain began to skin into my body.

You have never witnessed pain unless you've witnessed what had happened to me.

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After what seemed like years, the pain began to slip away, and I still laid there trembling, hoping it wouldn't return. I felt my heart pound at the average rate, and heard shuffling sounds. I forced my eyes to open, and they did so unwillingly.

The first person I saw was the silver-haired girl who dragged me from the party. The back of her head was facing me, so she hadn't noticed that I had woken. A small squeal of delight came from the right side of the area. "Look! Look, Loretta I think she's awake!" It wasn't a females voice, it was rather small and boyish.

The girl with the silver hair turned around, and gave me the 'elevator' glare. "Quite the transformation.." She sneered, and turned back around. I realized that she was talking to someone.

I sat up on the stiff bed, and looked around the room. There was a little boy sitting in a chair with an amused expression. He had grey hair which made him seem older, and bright and eager eyes. I flexed my arms, and noticed that I felt...stretched out. I glanced down at my hands, and gasped. These hands didn't belong to me.

They were pale hands, the pair of hands I glared at. Long fingers, and long nails. I could see the blue veins through the skin, which made me shrink back uncomfortably.

I put a hand down on the bed, my head suddenly felt very heavy, and pressed down on something that made me tilt my head. It hurt. I lifted the hand up again to notice that I had put my hand of dark blood. I jumped back, only to have it move. It reflected some of the light handing from the ceiling. Could that be...hair?

I pat my head, and noticed that the red pile I touched was my own hair. But this couldn't be true. The hair I touched was the color of dried blood. My real hair color was brown with a tint of red, and my real hair wasn't this long.

I'd always wanted long hair, but not red. No, I wanted long golden hair like the sun. Red hair isn't bad. But I think it gets worse when it looks like dried blood.

I wrapped the hair between my fingers, and stared at it as if it were an alien life form. The hair was so smooth that made you want to touch it again...and again...and again...

Then I froze. If my hair was different...What happened to my body? 

I stared down at myself, and noticed a lot of physical changes. At first, I was pretty pissed. I had worked all summer on my tan, only to find my skin pale once again. But there was some advantaged, I had to admit. I was never the girl you would find playing volleyball or soccer, so I gained some weight. Now my body was slimmer, but I doubt that its as strong.