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Post by scelia on Jan 9, 2008 18:58:32 GMT -5
*Scelia nodded her head, wanting him to stay. The closest person she had ever been to was Ceveline and the Professor. Now that someone knew was in her life, she didn't want what happened to the Professor to happen to Crys.*
*Scelia all of a sudden dropped the muffin she had been nibbling on onto the floor. She flung her arms around Crys and held as tight as her weak body would let her. She started crying, but not wailing, just a soft whimper. One thought had entered her mind that she didn't want to. It had kept coming back and back. Ever since day one, she had been considering.... suicide...*
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Post by aeridyl on Jan 9, 2008 19:30:02 GMT -5
Crys saw the muffin drop and quickly caught it on the edge of his wing, but it slipped off when she flung her arms around him. he soon forgot it; she quietly sobbed into his chest. he was extremely surprised. all of a sudden he saw it all coming together; Ceveline and and himself had probably been her only friends. then a thought entered into his head. she had been alone for about three days, and that was a long time to contemplate many things. he gasped, and looked down at her. then he reached in a pocket and pulled out a pad of paper and pen and held it in front of her, asking anxiously, *you. . . you thought about killing yourself, didn't you?* Crys didn't look appalled, only anxious that she might have hurt herself.
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Post by scelia on Jan 9, 2008 19:37:52 GMT -5
*All Scelia would do was nod hopelessly in Crys' chest. She didn't even take a look at what was in his hands. She didn't want to let go of him right now.*
*The thought again. She just couldn't get it out of her head. It was like a bat to its cave. Scelia did what she would do when this thought came to her. She grabbed one of her wrists with the other hand, all done behind Crys' back, and wrung it as hard as she could. The pain was all that would take the thought away, though it would come back in a few minutes.*
*If Crys looked close enough, he would see a sort of Indian burn on her lower arm. If he looked are the words...*
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Post by aeridyl on Jan 10, 2008 19:10:49 GMT -5
Crys was horrified. he didn't know what to do; as she sobbed into his chest still, he felt her move her hands quickly and harshly behind his back. he quickly grabbed her arms and pried them from his body, and firmly but gently held them up in front of him. he saw what looked like a large angry red rash on her arm, and he looked back up at her, his mouth hanging open
*Scelia,* he said warningly, having a fierce look in his eyes, letting go of her hands and gripping her shoulders, trembling slightly. *don't you ever. ever! think about suicide. and don't hurt yourself! it will only make you feel worse.* then his expression softened, and he loosened his hold on her shoulders. *please? will you do that for me? it doesn't do to dwell on the past. i'm good as new! no one was at fault except for the person who fired that gun.*
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Post by scelia on Jan 10, 2008 19:13:43 GMT -5
*Scelia tried to nod when he told her not to hurt herself. But when he mentioned the man with the gun, another burst of tears came, but she didn't shove herself in his chest this time. She just let him hold her shoulders. She just didn't want to move at the moment. She didn't want to do anything but die...*
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Post by aeridyl on Jan 10, 2008 19:21:06 GMT -5
*ok, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say,* he thought. *golly she's a mess. I'd better help her clean herself up.*
he then took another muffin, and gave it to her after pulling her around and sitting her on his lap; he felt kind of silly, but figured that it was alright. he just hugged her for a while, and then said, *you need to clean up. you should take a shower, get a bit more food in you, and then we can get you down to the infirmary where you can be properly treated.* he felt, again, odd how he was handling this. he felt like his mother when ever he was sick.
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Post by scelia on Jan 10, 2008 19:27:24 GMT -5
*But Scelia didn't respond by nodding at all. She had fallen unconcious. Though she had had a muffin and some water, she was still very weak. Her body couldn't take all the crying and she had fainted, without Crys knowing. Her body just sat there, on Crys' lap, not falling backwards or forwards.*
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Post by aeridyl on Jan 11, 2008 18:12:35 GMT -5
*oh, dear,* Crys thought again, when she didn't respond. *Scelia, are you alright?* he said aloud. *oh, you fainted.* he wasn't really surprised. this had been a mentally and emotionally draining disorder to go through, as well as the fact that she had had only a bit of muffin for three days. he would have to act quickly to save her; he smoothly and gracefully grabbed her in his arms, and looked out the window. the infirmary was all the way across the school; if he could fly over to the other side and get in, it would be far faster than running. he had to decide quickly. if she stayed this bad much longer, she might die. he decided that going around in the school was a better idea; he walked out the door, and moved swiftly down the halls. by the time he got to the infirmary, even Crys was breathing slightly hard. he laid her down in a bed and called for the nurse with urgency. he quickly explained what had happened, and told her that she needed as much food and water as possible and plenty of rest. then he quickly ran back to his own room, grabbed some books, some yarn and a needle, and went to Scelia's room, cleaned it up a bit, locked the door and began to run back to the infirmary; he didn't wan't her to wake up before he got there. he couldn't imagine what might happen if she woke up alone; the thought made him run faster.
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Post by scelia on Jan 12, 2008 1:34:50 GMT -5
*Scelia was in a dream at this point. All around her, evil spirits drifting in and out of the pure darkness. And then, she was a child. She never knew what she looked like as a child, but somehow she knew it was her. A very shrill looking spirit grasped her hair in dead, rotting fingers, and made chills flow through her spine. In the real world, it could be seen on Scelia that she was shivering. Back in her dream, she could see herself, but she wasn't moving. She was just kneeling in a room, letting the spirits touch her and send fear into her. She heard nothing, saw no one else, felt nothing but the spirits and the fear. It felt as if her mind was being scrunched into a tiny place with much resistance. She wanted to leave the dream and have complete darkness, but to no avail.*
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Post by aeridyl on Jan 12, 2008 1:54:38 GMT -5
When Crys entered the hospital again, he saw her shivering and shifting around in her bed. he set his things down on the desk, and knelt down by the bed. he took her hand, which felt very cold, and rubbed it in his own hands, taking one away to pick up a small bottle of water and holding it to her lips; he poured a small amount in and let her drink that. then he went back to rubbing her hands in his. he felt something terrible was happening in her.
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Post by scelia on Jan 12, 2008 1:59:31 GMT -5
*When Crys took her hand, all the spirits flew away in a flash, scarying her even more. It made her whole body jump, but it returned to normal. Though Crys' hands was still on hers, the spirits came back. It was as if they were going to be there to torture her forever. She actually knew she was having a dream, which didn't happen often, so she tried to wake herself. But nothing worked. She tried screaming, but nothing came. She tried pinching herself, but she couldn't move. Every time she tried to do something, the spirits became worse and worse, making her even more frightened and more shivering.*
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Post by aeridyl on Jan 13, 2008 1:26:44 GMT -5
*No, oh, no,* Crys said, breathing quickly, and rubbing her hand fervently, cursing his own weakness. her shivering was getting worse. *Please, Scelia. wake up!* he began to cry, calling for a nurse; she came, but there was nothing that she could do. he felt her forehead. it was hot.
A single tear rolled off his cheeks and fell onto the back of her hand. he saw it, but didn't think that it was anything to worry about; all he cared about was that Scelia would be alright.
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Post by scelia on Jan 13, 2008 22:25:05 GMT -5
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"
*Scelia bolted upright a few seconds after the tear fell. Her eyes were full of streaming tears, her voice scratchy and difficult to understand. The last part of the dream was the worst of it all. But at the same time, it was the most amazing thing to her. Something had happened, but she didn't know if it was all true. She had seen things, but it could have just been a dream. Scelia sat there, her voice gone again, crying her heart out; but her hands were not upon her face, nor was she closing her eyes. She just whimpered as the tears flowed down her face. Nothing could have been more horrible and great than the end of the dream...*
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Post by aeridyl on Jan 14, 2008 19:40:27 GMT -5
Crys nearly fell backward, and would have had it not been for very good balance and his wings coming out to rediistribute his weight. he just stared at her when she screamed, and tears just burst forth from his eyes, dripping quickly off of his cheeks. then he just grabbed her, pulling her mostly off the bed and onto his lap as he sat down onto the chair by the bed. he wrapped her in a very strong, but gentle at the same time, hug; he just sat there, hugging her, with tears streaming down his cheeks and flowing into her hair.
*Scelia,* he said, very softly. *what is wrong?* he meant the question to be pointed at why she hadn't been able to wake up, and then suddenly did. he figured that she was having some kind of dream, but he didn't know what.
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Post by scelia on Jan 15, 2008 17:02:21 GMT -5
*Scelia continued to cry, not moving much. But when he asked his question, her head bowed low.*
"He... killed them... He... let me live... And he will... come back..."
*The words were hard to understand, but the gist could be heard. The things which she had seen were racing like the speed of light behind her eyes.*
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