Gina's/Mia's POV
The first thing I saw when I was awake again was an old trampoline cover over head, high enough to make a first floor ceiling, in a tent like structure, in which I was present.
My head pounded and bits of the previous night's incident flashed in my mind.
Running.....
My head stung, my stomach felt hollow, almost assuming a precedent gorge's recision.
Tears......
My eyes felt heavy with added weight and itchy with uneasiness.
Rejection.....
A memory flashed through my mind.
A dented wall....
A furious expression....
A lingering fear....
An overwhelming pain...
A fulfilling rage...Revenge..
I remember the pacing wind, the harsh twigs on my skin, my harsh breath .....and then .....and then....
I felt a stinging sound tear through the solitude of my pychological deranged turnout.Blood.....
I grew numb and fell backwards into the rickety bed, losing my consciousness.
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My nose was filled with a quite refreshing scent.
That scent......
Where did I smell it?!. It smelt so familiar and yet so distant. The scent was robbing me the ability to smell properly.This scen-......argh!!
My head began throbbing once again. But this time with less intensity that before.
I groaned and reached up to my temples......but even my arms were failing me it seemed. I looked down to meet my supposed raised hands, finding solitude in the rough tapestry of the mattress.
Imagining I stopped midway in the air and threw my hands back to my sides, I glided my shaky sight to the slit opening adjacent my angle, probably it's entrance.I, albeit my situation, let out a long sigh, inevitably drawing a long exhale, that'd always acquainted the deep breaths.
The variety of smell that stung my nose was so much and so exotic that threatened my nose inept.I wanted to shake them off, but I couldn't even move my head. It felt like a prosthetic addition made on my weak neck.
Goddess, am I paralyzed??!
The only thing I was doing with ease If I might add, was blinking and breathing, and it was still so hard.
My eyelids slugged so slowly to close and open. My breathing was hoarse and ragged.I stared blankly at the ceiling and sighed. This place sure was warm and cozy though. But I wondered whose place I was in.
I heard shuttles and rustles. Resisting the motion to check out the responsible, I chose the much more simpler path.
Pretence.....
I didn't have the power to look at it anyway so I closed my eyes sluggishly, evened my breathing and calmed my beating heart. I didn't move nor make a sound.There was silence for a while, before I felt someone gently engrasp my hand.
Uhmm...what is happening?..
"I'm very sorry I hurt you..."
His voice was monotonous, with a hint of passivity.
He hesitated and took a breath.I heard a light sniffle, my hands clasped a bit tighter.
Why was this guy apologizing?..
His scent was very familiar, it gave a cold and hot feeling in my body, that erupted conflicted thoughts in different subtexts.
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Rejected To Fate
WerewolfHow'd you feel?, When you're treated like dirt, a liar, an unwanted, a runt...... When you're orphaned by the very ones that haunt you, and then you take it all as your weight? How'd you feel, when it all seems like a lie?, Your life and all?, ...