• ELOISE •
Gods! I feel horrible. My entire body felt like it had been crushed by debris, and the rest of me was completely dead. I don't want to exist, not anymore. And what is that gods awful bitter taste in my mouth? Did I eat a horse dump or something?
I grimaced, tasting my mouth before swallowing whatever flavor that was, feeling too lazy to get up and empty my stomach.
Why me? I mentally whined, moving my head to the side. My toes squirmed, and then my fingers followed, testing my body for any response, and there was none. I was completely numb. Ah...not again.
It was always like this when I'd stayed on the bed for far too long. I wish the gods would take my soul now; I've had enough of this miserable existence.
I allowed myself to succumb to the unusual warmth of the bed.
I think a long time passed before I awoke again. I could feel my body now, and the energy slipped back in just enough for me to turn to my side.
