too sick to pray
10-15-2014, 09:59 PM
She had been completely unaware. After she blacked out, the world stayed black. As she was dragged, the rough ground was tear at her skin, leaving behind mild scratches and irritated skin. Each time she was dropped, her head bounced off the ground, quickly forming a concussion. By the time she reached her new home, she would begin to regain consciousness. Her eye would flutter open, her vision dim and blurry. She would try to recognize each face that surrounded her but failed. Her body refused to work, she couldn't move, couldn't focus. Drifting in and our of consciousness, she lay helpless at the feeling of her captors. Voices echoed in her skull, but none of it made sense. Her body ached, each scratch and cut burned, her head throbbed, she simply wanted to go home. But something told her that that wasn't possible. At least not yet. At the back of her mind she began to wonder if Cru had noticed her absence. Was he looking for her? Did he think she had abandoned him and their kids? Would she ever go home again? "" |