Awakenings ....
“Fuck,” I tried to mutter, my mouth dry, lips crusty. I’d been somewhere, and I couldn’t remember where. Still lyin’ in that deep abyss, I heard him call to me as he had so often before, in that sweet wonderful voice of him, callin’ me back to him.
He and I had come full circle, from hatin’ each other to lovin’ each other. I gulped, my throat hurt. Quietly, my brain yelled fuck again at the ‘L’ word. I didn’t do that, hadn’t done that until … . Inside I smiled, and then began to fight the memories that were flooding back.
The dreams, horrible, terrible ones, dreams that were killin’ me. As consciousness began to envelop me, my eyes fluttered open, slowly the white ceiling came into focus, and I turned my head almost jumpin’. A jack-o-lantern stood there unblinkin’ at me.
Movin’ in the bed, I tried to remove myself from the manacles they’d used to restrain me. Glancin’ over, the IV was still merrily drippin’ the drugs concocted to hold me down.
I was lucid, back and I wanted outta this bed.
The dreams were gone, somethin’ was still there; I wasn’t sure what. Either a gift or a curse didn’t much matter, I’d deal, I always dealt.
Lookin’ around the room, there signs of him everywhere. His books, haphazardly strewn around the room, looked as if he lived there. I had to smile; I bet he never left my side, well only when he had to.
A sense of happiness welled up within that kept the rage at being pinned down like an animal at bay, for now at least. As the clock on the wall slowly ticked the minutes away, I felt restless and angry. I wanted out … now!
A small perception of time began to take hold, it had been Christmas and now it was obviously Halloween. We’d both spent much to much of our lives in this, and I wanted out now, not just of the bed, but away from the G’man, B everyone.
Made up my mind right then and there, I’d ask him to take me away; we could fight vamps on our own. I wanted him and I wanted to live. The others hadn’t given a damn, I was rememberin’ every detail all the things that brought us together in the first place. I owed him a Christmas, and it was going to get it, a year late, but what was the sayin’ better late than never.
I’d convince him to leave LA, even if I had to fuck him to dead. I grinned at the thought.
It felt like a lifetime before he finally entered the room. This ordeal had taken its toil on him, his shoulders hunched over as he stared at the floor, lost in thought.
Very quietly and directly and with a slight grin, I began. “Get me the fuck outta here.” His head bobbed up like a toy in the bar of a car. “You look like hell by the way.”
I made an attempt to reach my arms up to him, but I was thwarted by the stupid chains.
He and I had come full circle, from hatin’ each other to lovin’ each other. I gulped, my throat hurt. Quietly, my brain yelled fuck again at the ‘L’ word. I didn’t do that, hadn’t done that until … . Inside I smiled, and then began to fight the memories that were flooding back.
The dreams, horrible, terrible ones, dreams that were killin’ me. As consciousness began to envelop me, my eyes fluttered open, slowly the white ceiling came into focus, and I turned my head almost jumpin’. A jack-o-lantern stood there unblinkin’ at me.
Movin’ in the bed, I tried to remove myself from the manacles they’d used to restrain me. Glancin’ over, the IV was still merrily drippin’ the drugs concocted to hold me down.
I was lucid, back and I wanted outta this bed.
The dreams were gone, somethin’ was still there; I wasn’t sure what. Either a gift or a curse didn’t much matter, I’d deal, I always dealt.
Lookin’ around the room, there signs of him everywhere. His books, haphazardly strewn around the room, looked as if he lived there. I had to smile; I bet he never left my side, well only when he had to.
A sense of happiness welled up within that kept the rage at being pinned down like an animal at bay, for now at least. As the clock on the wall slowly ticked the minutes away, I felt restless and angry. I wanted out … now!
A small perception of time began to take hold, it had been Christmas and now it was obviously Halloween. We’d both spent much to much of our lives in this, and I wanted out now, not just of the bed, but away from the G’man, B everyone.
Made up my mind right then and there, I’d ask him to take me away; we could fight vamps on our own. I wanted him and I wanted to live. The others hadn’t given a damn, I was rememberin’ every detail all the things that brought us together in the first place. I owed him a Christmas, and it was going to get it, a year late, but what was the sayin’ better late than never.
I’d convince him to leave LA, even if I had to fuck him to dead. I grinned at the thought.
It felt like a lifetime before he finally entered the room. This ordeal had taken its toil on him, his shoulders hunched over as he stared at the floor, lost in thought.
Very quietly and directly and with a slight grin, I began. “Get me the fuck outta here.” His head bobbed up like a toy in the bar of a car. “You look like hell by the way.”
I made an attempt to reach my arms up to him, but I was thwarted by the stupid chains.