Just a few things...

[raijahn]

Friday Five

When was the last time you...

1. ...went to the doctor?

Bout a month ago, for bronchitis.

2. ...went to the dentist?

Um, I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it might incriminate me...um, yeah. Dentist? *shudders*

3. ...filled your gas tank?

Um, never. No drive. Big city. Take bus.

4. ...got enough sleep?

Last night or, rather, this morning.

5. ...backed up your computer?

What's that? Huh. Guess that's a never. lol
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There's not much more I can do to fix this and I'm tired of messing with it, so here - for dolimir's Original Fic Challenge.

Disquiet Mind

My body’s so heavy, I can barely move. I try to bring my arms down from over my head and am rewarded by a twitch in my fingers and an odd pain. Like the circulation’s been cut off. They feel like deadweight, numb and overly heavy. Whimpering softly, I try to move them again, with the same results. I try to move my head and can’t. It’s almost like being paralyzed. Almost.

The fog’s creeping up on me, I can hear it coming. It’s a noise, a feeling, a taste, a smell. Fear. It’s like being tied down in between train tracks while a train barrels down. The panic, the vibration of the engine, the almost certainty of death. My whimpers grow louder as I try so hard to scream. Sometimes the screams will wake me. But my throat’s closing and I know soon I’ll stop breathing. My struggles increase, a strange growl-like sound leaving my mouth.

I can tell my eyes are open because I see every detail of my room. My mind is still sleeping, though, still dreaming. Strange shadows dwell where no shadow should be. Like there’s a light under my bed. The fear spikes with that realization. Because that is. Not. Possible. My bed is nothing but a mattress on the floor.

There’s a lump in my throat now, tears falling from my eyes, dampening the hair near my ears. My voice is still nothing more than a whimper, the screams trapped inside. I can hear the screech of the brakes on the tracks. I squeeze my eyes shut as it starts to wash over me. It’s always worse when I look. The screech travels insidiously from my feet to my throat until my entire body vibrates with it.

I toss my head in a last ditch effort to wake. That, combined with the scream that finally breaks free from my throat, loosens the ties that hold me down. I’m awake. Just barely. I don’t have time to breathe in relief. I have to stay awake. If I close my eyes, I’ll slip back. Have to wake up. Have to get up.

I can hear the screech get louder, feel the fog tighten its hold. It’s like drowning or being buried alive. I brace myself and move my head and my arms at the same time. I push myself up and gasp for breath, leaning heavily on my elbows. I can still feel remnants of the screech washing over my body. The aftershocks cause my heart to skip beats. I shakily reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. The light washes through the room, chasing the impossible shadows away. The fog, the train, the screech is gone. For now.
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Hey, Jess? Let me know when you get into town, k? *hugs*