Saturday, December 11, 2004

Cal: This is the pain of our world, it brings no end, nor is it torn. This is our world and in it we are alone.

The burning, oh the burning water. How cold it is. My flesh frozen unable to move. Oh make it stop pulling me down, down… My body tried to struggle but it couldn’t move. My muscles refused to cooperate. My head was telling them to move. I think they are but I’m too numb to feel it anyway. The little air in my lungs seeped from my lips. I could not breathe, water everywhere, endless. My mouth opened and I felt the water enter. Ice cold water, burning water. I felt it try to enter my body. My mouth closed but the water remained there. Everything was numb. I think I gave up struggling. What is this? Am I at the bottom? Is that a rock? Mud? Twigs? So I had been pulled all the way down. But even now I fade. My mind becomes foggy… Leave me. Stop pulling me. I just want to sleep… Air, is that air? I gulp it in. Oh sweet air how I missed you. Tug, tug, what is there? I can not see. My eyes won’t open. Coughing is that me? Do I sound like that? Where is this hacking coming from? Surly I am better now I’m out of the water? But no I can feel it. The water, It wants me back. Let me go. I can not leave. It won’t let me leave. It wants you too. It’s calling us. Can’t you here it? You must have. The water is around me again. Or did you heed my warning? And let me go? Please don’t leave. It’s so lonely down here in the cold… Solid ground. Solid land. No rocks, no mud, no twigs beneath me. Only a hand. A warm hand. On my face. On my lips. In my hair. A hand, so gentle so kind… My eyes open but I can see nothing. Only the blackness around me. a faint burning is where they are. And, for a brief moment, I wonder if I can see at all anymore. If, indeed, the water had taken some of me to keep. This I thought before night swallowed me. Gulping me into its never-ending nightmares. Leaving me… sleeping… ***** Sounds, sounds. Turn them off. They pound so loud it hurts my ears. My eyes open and the image in front of me is blurry. It hurts so I close them again. Someone knocks and enters my room. I try to say something but a tube down my throat stops me. I don’t think I would have been able to anyway. More than one person enters the room. I lay still listening to their whispering voices. Person1: (I’m guessing is the doctor) She received many bruises. But other than water damage to her lungs nothing seems to be wrong. (Someone else comes in and I hear rustling of papers) oh, (footsteps than silence) Well it seems she has more trouble than I thought. This test shows she may have difficulty seeing, if at all, and she now has pneumonia. She’ll get better it will just take sometime. When she wakes don’t startle her. She may hear you but she will not be able to see you. (Someone leaves the room and the door closes) A remaining person takes a seat by my bed. I hear an audible sigh escape them. Why are they so worked up? Its not like I did anything wrong and the doctor said I’ll be fine… Voice: Why? Why were you out that late? You could have called me to come pick you up. Instead you tried to walk home and were jumped and the river. *they stopped* You could have died. Why? Do you not trust me enough? Please wake up. I need to hear your voice. I need you to be alright… Another person walks in and says they have to leave so I can get some rest. I wanted so bad to stop them. I didn’t want to be alone again. The darkness… The nightmares… they wait for me. Please don’t leave me. Their hand covers mine. The touch brought back all the memories of last night. The water, the cold, air, hands, voices, time, loss. Then they were gone and I slipped once again into my black darkened dreams… ***** I woke to hear voices by my bed. They were arguing. One wanted me to leave the other said I couldn’t. The tube was now gone from my mouth but it left my throat raw. I coughed and the voices quieted. I wished they would go away. I have a major headache. Voice: She’s coming home. She shouldn’t have been here in the first place. It was a mistake. Doctor: She is under my care and will remain so. Voice: I will call my laywers if I have too. Silence Doctor: Fine. But if she gets worst I will not be responsible. Just how were you going to get her to leave? Hm? Walk her out? Carry her? Put her limp body in a wheelchair and roll her out? Voice: no. Doctor: Just get her out of my sight before noon. Other people who need the bed are waiting for it. The door slammed. I half opened my eyes. Everything was still a little blurry but not as bad as before. They were pacing the room. One, two, three, turn. One, two, three, turn. I took in a breath to speak. Me: Seto? They stopped pacing and came over to my bed. Their figure was over me. Was it him? I needed it to be him. Voice: Calla? Your awake! Don’t worry you won’t be in the hospital long. I’m taking you home. I tried again. Me: Seto? Voice: Calla, can you not see? It’s me Bakura… Hehehe I’ll leave you there. I must be off to visit your sites now. Sorry that took so long. Ta for now friends Xoxoxo Calla

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here is the days of infamy. forgotten are their cause. Lost... - Cal

YB: *to seto* well you know what I think is that she just doesn't know what to write. Seto: Well of COURSE she knows what to write she just doesn't want to. YB: Then why is she writting about us arguing? Seto: I don't know I'll ask her. Calla? Me: hm? Seto: Why are you typing our conversation online. Me: Because YB: Told she didn't know what to write Me: >.< Seto: Well if she wants to waste time Me: I'm NOT wasting time. I just don't want to write it now. Seto: HA *sticks out chest trumpfantly* Me: and I don't know what to write ^^;; YB: HA *poor seto deflates* Me: Well I kinda do but I don't think I want it that way anymore. So I have to think of something else now... YB: your so slow. Me: I know it ^-^ anyway, I just got back form work. I hope your all doing well. I'll try to get to your alls sites today sometime... If I can sneak on ^^;; this is how much I love you all!!! lol anyway, its midnight here and I'm tired. I must bid thee all goodnight and who knows I might even post the next part of my affair off today... Seto: What? Me: nothing love don't worry about it Seto: mmm... Goodnight Goodnight parting is such sweet sorrow. *huggles* Calla

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