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- Victor Reis
XX SICK && . TIRED .OF THIS .WORLD,. THERE''S . NO .MORE AIR XX
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere, " xx " waiting, suffocating " xx " no directions "
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere " xx " waiting, suffocating, " xx " no directions. "
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere, " xx " waiting, suffocating " xx " no directions "
" trippin' over myself " xx "going nowhere " xx " waiting, suffocating, " xx " no directions. "
XX☂If t h e f i s h swam out of the ocean,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And grew legs and they started w a l k i n g,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And the apes c l i m b e d down fom the trees,☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
XX☂And grew t a l l and they started t a l k i n g.☂XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●
- This was what it felt like to be enveloped in water; it was cold and warm all at the same time, the liquid pressed against his skin, cooling him, soothing the pain that burned like fire through his veins. It was almost blissful... almost. The only light he saw was coming from the distant surface, from the moon in the sky. He watched the eerie glow get more and more distant, his lungs burning for the air he would never get. His eyelids felt as if hey weighed thousands of pounds, much too heavy for him to keep open. The mist clouding his mind settled into a full blown wall, blocking all thoughts from entering his mind. He couldn't make sense of anything. Where was he? What was he doing? His blue eyes shone, dull and lifeless in the dark water as he continued to fall, lower and lower. His chest heaved, the burn dulling, his need for oxygen decreasing. It was getting easier and easier to breathe. Was that supposed to be happening? Was he supposed to feel s if he were floating in air? For a moment, the lad closed his eyes.
And for a second, everything was white.
The brightness blinded him, seeping through his clothes, warming his frozen marble skin. He groaned as the warmth seeped through his fingers, soaked his hair. And just like that, it was gone, and he found himself back in the dark water, numb, emotionless. The water around him seemed to be sucking the blood out of his body, and he watched unable to make sense of anything as the water in his vicinity took on a reddish tint, almost as if to envelope him in blood. His vision became tunnel-like, dark, blurry. He strained his eyes to see through the darkness that enveloped him His lunges had almost ceased moving, and the burn in his lungs seemed to be almost vanishing, reducing itself to a constant hum in his chest that he had a feeling would never leave. Why did the pain seem so negligible, why did it seem he didn't need anymore oxygen with each passing second?
He couldn't move even if he wanted to, his ears ringing with nonsensical sounds. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his hand, bloody, limp, lifeless like the hole going through his chest. His hand. And then something moved. A figure, moving towards him, her hand stretched out. Who she was, he couldn't tell. She moved towards him, her fingers brushing against the tips of his, the skin in contact prickling slightly, causing a spark of warmth to flare through his fingers. And then her hand clasped itself around his limp one, and she jerked him up, causing a wave of pain to shoot through him and blind him temporarily as his eyes slid to the back of his head. Almost too quickly, the pain returned to the faint hum of some unrecognizable feeling in his chest spread through all parts of his body, tickling him, creeping through his veins and replacing any traces of pain. It was sweet and warm, cold and ticklish, it caressed his chest and bid his eyelids to close, slowly, heavily. And then it spread to his throat, chocking him, caressing him, closing off any other passage of oxygen into his throat. The last thing he felt when he left was a cough wrack through his chest, causing him to inhale, the cool water gushing down his throat, bubbles erupting around him in a frantic effort to reach the surface...
And then everything just stopped.
He found himself once again surrounded by light, bight light. It blinded him, seeping into his skin all the way down to the core of his bones. The hum ceased, being replaced by a warmth that tickled the tips of his fingers, as if someone was holding his hand, pulling him. But he was neither there, nor here. He took in a deep breath, but he felt nothing, not relieved to have oxygen flooding his lungs, not relieved to be rid of the horrible nightmare that seemed to be too far away for him to even remember. Where had he been, where was he now? He took a step forward, trying to let his eyes adjust to the bright warm light, but it just got brighter. He raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glare, only to notice it wasn't bloodied, it wasn't dirty, but actually the most clean he had seen it in what felt like days. he felt something crunch under his boots... Something like snow. He blinked, bending down, more able than before, less stiff. His hand picked up something cold, white; snow. It was snowing, and yet he was so warm. The wind ruffled to his hair, whispering to him...
He was home
He didn't know where 'home' was, but he was there, the pain gone. Had there even been pain to begin with? He exhaled, his breath frosting the air in front of him, but he glowed with warmth. For a second, the sound of wings beating came to his ears. He felt the hands of someone on his head, against his forehead, his eyes. "You'll need this..." the words echoed through his ears and for a moment, and he felt the feeling spread through his head, sharpen his eyes, and then it was all over. The brightness, the warmth, they seemed to dissipate before his eyes, he felt the cold flood against his back, and he felt something pressing down against his chest, hard, but his senses were numb. If he was in pain, he couldn't register it. But the first thing he was aware of was that he couldn't breathe. Something pressed down on his chest again, several times, more frantic than before. For a second, he caught a flicker of pain spark in his chest. And then he felt something against his lips, warm soft.
And the oxygen flooded back to him.
His lungs inflated, and everything flooded back to him; the agonizing pain, the cold, the feeling of his blood draining from his body all in fractions of a second, all ambushing him, overwhelming him. His eyes fluttered open, slowly, and for a second he was baffled by the absence of light. They were dazed, unseeing. And as a second wave of oxygen entered his lungs and they started to breathe for themselves, his gaze focused, his blue eyes boring into the eyes of someone whom he had once known, and maybe still did.... Mabel. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing, a moment for him to lift the wall of fog that had materialized around his mind. Her lips were pressed against his, though what for he couldn't tell. hands were on his chest, pressing down, and for some reason she wasn't wearing a shirt. The watter bubbled up into his throat, and he coghed violently, pushing her away from him as he turned over, retching out the water that drowned his lungs. He spat, gasping for air, an expression of pure pain sewn into his features as he groaned, turning back into his original position, trying to control the pain flaring through his chest, trying to make it stop.
His breathes were coming in short rasps, hungry for air. He willed them to relax, willed himself to slow his panicked breathes, slowly lifting and lowering his chest. When he managed to get it under control, evening it out, he blinked, relaxing his tense muscles, having not realized that he had been pressing his hand down against his chest. His gaze zeroed in on the girl leaning over him, his tired eyes looking deep into hers, remembering her lips against his, the kiss of life. "I take it that you enjoyed that." he rasped, his voice husky, the hint of cockiness in his voice that proved that he was actually alive. A smirk found its was to his face as he raised an eyebrow at the topless girl, as if to ask her what exactly she was doing kissing him without a shirt, out of all the inappropriate. But as soon as it had come, the pain vanquished it and the smirk vanished into thin air replaced by a scowl as a groan left his lips. It took him immense effort just to do that much. He inhaled deeply, his vision blurring for s fraction of a second and then refocusing. "Why didn't you let me die?" the words left his lips as a mere whisper, all humor and cockiness gone leaving a hollow look that stretched deep into his eyes. "Why did you do it?" truth be told, he wasn't sure what 'it' was, himself. Why did she stab him? Why didn't she kick him out of the club when she saw him? Why didn't she try to kill him in the cave if she wanted to so badly? Why did she bring him back to life, If he even died?
Why would she do any of it?
xxDOWN DOWN DOWNXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂And the stars f e l l o u t of the sky,☂
xxxxyou're all I wanted XXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂And my t e a r s rolled into the o c e a n,☂
xxDOWN DOWN DOWNXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂I was looking for a reason why.☂
xxxxyou're all I neededXXXXXXXXXX● ● ● ●XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX☂You really set my world into motion.☂
xxIve been wondering why its only me
xxxxIm waiting to breathe
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"Breathe! Breathe!"
These words were repeated an infinite amount of times under her breath as she switched from chest compressions to backing up his airways. At first she was keeping a steady rate, but her pace began to slow down as she lost her own breath, having to take slight breaks from exhaustion, gathering her breath as quickly as she could before she went through another cycle of the processes. Mabel had been doing these actions for so long that she was beginning to think that it was no use and was even contemplating on giving up, digging a whole and burying the boy's body, to you know, rest in peace? The female couldn't afford to go any slower to what her pace was reduced to, she had to keep going, even if she ended up coughing up blood from overusing her lungs, she believed she still had a chance of reviving Victor. The black haired girl had been so caught up in bringing Victor back to life that she took no notice as to whether he tapped a finger or opened his eyes or actually started breathing so that she could stop with this.....this gross-like ritual.
Hell, what was he to complain? He was alive. You don't get to cheat your own death that often you know? Victor was quite lucky to even be able to survive this long without any medical treatment. His blood loss was enough for him to be dead already. Although there was no doubt that the male would be feeling quite anemic, she'd have to actually hunt around for meat a bit later but right now, Victor came first. Mabel had simply not been paying attention to her classmate till now. She was still in the middle of breathing air down his throat when she felt a struggle from beneath her, the female was hastily pushed away, pulling back from Victor's lips. The girl slightly startled by the sudden life beside her, staring down at him in disbelief as he turned around to spit out all the water that had been bottled up and restricting his oxygen intake.
A soft yet audible groan escaped from Victor's lips, Mabel flinching her hand away from the blue haired boy's chest as his own hand went up to grasp it. He appeared to be in a great amount of pain, still having trouble breathing. Mabel eyeing her shirt underneath his hand, soaking up fresh blood, her black orbs then lingered back to his face, their eyes locking. Their gaze held for some time as Victor calmed himself down in order to even out his breathing, his whole body seemed to relax slightly as he did so. The female had no words to express her emotions, continuing to blankly stare back at him in silence. She couldn't explain how happy she was, how sorry she was, how angry she was, how confused she was, how tired she was, how stressed she was and how tired she was. No word could explain all these feelings in a simple sentence or a single word.
The silence was killing her, it was making her feel slight uncomfortable, shifting her body slightly, thinking of something to say, contemplating each sentence she thought of carefully, she didn't want to say something she shouldn't. She didn't want to say something that was careless. However, it wasn't her to say the first words, it was Victor, pulling out a tease. Was that a smirk on his face? Mabel blushed lightly, letting out a laugh that held a tone that explained how tired she was already. "Please, if I was enjoying it I would have slipped in some tongue," she joked before a worried expression found its way to her face. He shouldn't really be speaking, he cheated death, death obviously wasn't happy about that. "I...ahh..." Mabel began, surprised by the sudden question.
Why did she do it?
Maybe she did it all to satisfy herself, but honestly she just couldn't bare the thought of being alone in this place. She wanted to believe in hope and to believe that maybe....just maybe she could be forgiven. Understanding of course that forgiveness never came that easy, she'd have to repent for her sin....for all her sins, for all the suffering and misfortune she had caused to befall Victor. But his question was a little too vague, what did he mean by 'it'? Did he mean the stabbing? Did he mean bringing him back to real life? Did he mean not letting him die? What did 'it' mean in this case? A quizzical expression held its place as she began pondering as to what Victor actually meant and how she should respond to his question. How she should respond to him and this....this...event.
"I....I owe you," Mabel gently lifting his hand up from his chest, lightly stained from touching her bloody shirt covering his wound, drenched with his body fluids, sweat, pain and all. Slowly removing the cloth away, knowing that exposing his deep wound to the open air would cause it to sting but she couldn't have bloody things soaking up blood again. Lifting the item of clothing away, Mabel shuffled away, rinsing it in the pool of water which had just been a random ditch in the middle of no where before, wringing it so that the shirt was only damp, placing it back over Victor's chest, shivering slightly when she felt cold droplets of water spray her knees. "That's my shirt you're using if you were wondering," informing the male so that he would stop looking at her with such a confused expression, it wasn't like she was naked okay? She still had a bra and singlet on! Yeesh. Sorry she was flat chested, sorry. Okay, sorry.
Mabel decided to take this chance to look at her surroundings, the sun was already on the verge of setting, biting her lip as she began panicking. She obviously couldn't move Victor, and it was likely that some vicious monster would jump out from no where to terrorize the two when the night took over. Mabel had begun fearing a lot of things on this unknown island that was most likely uninhabited, she had begun fearing things that she had once not feared. Even simple things were enough to scare her. The two couldn't keep warm either, she hadn't collected any fire wood and she was very reluctant on leaving Victor alone again, she was too sure that something would drag him away and cause her to chase him around again. They had no food either, there was no chance now to go hunt or even forage around, all they had was water....water that would most definitely bring in wild animals that would be thirsty as they were. She didn't have a weapon, only that multi purpose hand knife which could be found in the pocket of her shorts. Mabel was suddenly alert at the remembrance of how dire their situation was. They wouldn't be able to survive if this kept up.
"You're not hungry are you?" Mabel raised an eyebrow, but it wasn't like she was going to give him any food even if he was. He'd have to drink water and make himself feel full from that, there wasn't anything else she could really do. The girl began wondering as to whether she would be able to rest at all tonight, probably not. She wouldn't be able to sleep a wink knowing that they weren't safe out in the open, vulnerable to any living creature. It seemed to fall dark, very quickly as if the sky had read her thoughts and was planning to creep up behind her and give her a scare. Mabel looked back down at Victor, shifting so that she was sitting in a more comfortable position beside him, taking glances around the pair often. "Uh...y-you sleep. I'm sure you're tired." giving Victor a small smile, playing with a lock of his blue hair, appreciating the fact that he was here. Letting out a slight yawn at the mention of sleep, she could always just sleep tomorrow, wasn't like she'd never had an all nighter before. That is if night was actually as long as a normal night she was used to back at home. Who knows, it could probably extend for a longer period of time since it appeared like the timing of the sun and the moon varied each time. Mabel gave Victor another look, as if to say 'Well? Why aren't you asleep?' "What's the matter? Need a kiss goodnight too?" the girl chuckled, rolling her eyes. Knowing full well that that wasn't the case. He was still wary of her, still unsure as to whether he should trust her, as to whether she would kill him when he was sound asleep. Her presence and her actions were most likely discomforting him.
Mabel pointed over to a spot a few metres away, maybe Victor just wanted distance, just to mull over what had happened. "Sorry...." getting in a position to stand up again, "I-I can move...."
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