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 Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 4:44 pm
I was feeling Twilight Zone-esq. :/
I'll write more during English. This is the part where I draw on my knowledge of hospitals, injuries, and illnesses. Which is limited. Very limited. xd
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 4:46 pm
OHMIGODS REESE HAS A STORY AND I HAVEN'T COMMENTED!!!
Blasphemy. Bad Kirby.
I shall read at once. ^^
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 5:35 pm
Kirby read, kirby loves. Though she suggests reading some of this yourself, Reese-san. There are a few obvious grammar mistakes (to a grammar whore like Kirbette) but not many.
As for the story: Cool! I love it. It's so frickin' awesome.
Do post more. Like, NOWWW.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:10 pm
When it comes to my own stories I almost never edit. xD But I shall.
I have more written, but it isn't for now. It's for somewhere in the middle.
I shall write in English class. Because my teacher is retiring next year, and therefore doesn't give a crap what you do in his class 'cause he doesn't have to deal with you next year if you fail. Seeing as how I have a 97 in that class (and in most of my others), I have nothing to worry about.
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Posted: Sun Dec 03, 2006 6:35 pm
you genius you.
much love.
it's great.
oh yes, and I am working on the newest installment of the Evan Chronicles. I don't like this part >.>
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 6:25 pm
Far from genius. xD But close enough that the rest of my class isn't fond of me. They don't hate me for being smart, they hate my knowing it.
I know how bad parts feel. I hated hitting my people with cars. And most of what I'm writing now is crap.
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Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 6:46 pm
erm...what grade are you in?
It shouldn't be that way in high school.
OMG Speaking of bad parts...I'm a very, very mean person today.
If Everan existed, he would unload a pistol clip into my head right about now. THAT's how damn evil I am today.
DO YOU KNOW HOW MNAY IMPORTANT PEOPLE I SENT TO HELL TODAY?
Hell is literally a setting in this book. And the King of Hell (satan) debuts so much as to be a static character. (The Devil doesn't change, of course.)
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 1:23 pm
Freshman. Shouldn't be what way?
Mean is fun, though not to Everan. HOW DARE YOU BE MEAN TO EVERAN! evil
I should take your influence out of my book. But I won't do that, 'cause I hit my people with cars and illnesses and a whole bunch of other crappy stuff, so I can't be mad at you. whee
You'll know you when you see... you.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 2:23 pm
Once more it was silent. But this time, the world wasn’t black. Blurry, yes, but Elara could make out blue, white, and yellow. A steady beeping pierced through the quiet.
Where am I? she wondered. As the images around her became sharper, Elara tried to turn her head, but a sharp pain shot through her. She wasn’t in her room –the beeping told her a heart monitor was near, which she took to mean she was in a hospital room. How had she gotten there? Last she remembered, she had been in some bottomless pit of darkness.
It had obviously been bad, for her head was throbbing, her limbs felt like lead, and her chest ached as though she had been sat on by an elephant. She could feel a mask over her mouth and tubes running from her nose. Sweat was oozing from her pores, though she had a sick feeling there was (or at least had been) more than sweat coming out of her body, and if she had to guess, her hair probably looked like a bird’s nest, one that had been deep-fried in an oil vat.
She tried to call out, but her throat was paper-dry, her tongue cleaving to the roof of her mouth. The sound that came out was no more than a weak croak; she could barely hear herself.
She tried to call water to her mouth. This was much eaier said than done; she felt as dried out as a sponge. Finally she gave up and just moaned, though while this didn’t require moistness, it still hurt her throat. But it was better than her attempt.
The seconds beeped by. No one came. Elara was nonplussed. In every T.V. show, movie, or book she had ever come across, all the patient’s eyes had to do was flicker and people were flocking around them with cries of “She’s awake!” and “Doctor, Doctor, come quick!”
But just as she had been for all that time in darkness, she was alone.
Relizing this, she was overcome by such a feeling of loneliness she began to sob. Apparently she did have a bit of moisture left, for she felt tears well up in her eyes and slip down her cheeks, her vision blurring again. The racking of her lament hurt her chest, making her cry all the more. She had been alone so long…
Her weeping had one good result, though. The head of a young woman appeared over her.
“Now, now, dear. Don’t cry. Everything is going to be all right now, now that you’re awake. You’re going to be okay,” she cooed, removing the mask from her nose and mouth.
The woman was so convincingly comforting that Elara’s sob were reduced to sniffles. She tried to wipe her eyes, but when she attempted to life an arm, she cried out in pain. Immediately a soft handerchief was produced, and the woman gently blotted her eyes. Luckily, her nose hadn’t stuffed up, for it would not have been easy to blow it with tubes protruding from both nostrals.
“See, everything is all right, you’re going to be fine,” the woman assured her kindly. “Now, can you tell me your name?”
Elara’s lips parted, and a sound squeaked out, but it wasn’t her name.
“Wa… ter..” she croaked.
The woman started, her eyes wide with shock. “All gods bless me! I should have known you’d be thirsty! Look at me, allowing you to sit there fully parched, trying to interrogate you when all that’s on your mind is trying to figure out what’s going on and when you’re going to get some water in your system!” She threw up her hands in the air and cried, “And now look at me! Babbling on and on and still not getting you what you need!”
She disappeared from Elara’s sight and return with an odd contraption; it looked kind of like the bottle a hamster would drink out of. She pushed the spout into the girl’s mouth and squeezed the bottle.
The minute she felt the cool water on her tongue, she began to guzzel it as fast as the woman would squeeze. She had never been so thirsty in her life. The woman babbled on as she squeezed, despairing over her insensitivity, and Elara would have laughed if she hadn’t been so concerned with her own needs.
When she had absorbed more water than she though even a sponge could hold, she finally made a strange grunting noise. The woman stopped squeezing and asked nervously, “What was that, dear?”
“I’m… guh…” she managed, her voice still not quite working.
“Good,” she replied, relaxing. “Now, let’s try this again. Can you tell me your name?”
Elara sighed inwardly. She would have much rathered she be the one asking the questions. But if this was the way it was going to be, she decided she had no other choice but to cooperate and hope she got her own answers later.
“Elara… Elara… Sipi.”
“Very good. Now, what’s the last thing you remember?”
She shivered involentarily. “Cold, dark.” She began to breath faster. “A… a… alone… Don’t leave me alone!” She screamed. What if they sent her back? She couldn’t go back! Why were they doing this to her?
“Calm down, calm down! I’m here, I’m not leaving!” the woman assured her soothingly, placing a smooth hand on her cheek. Elara clutched at it, ignoring the seering pain from her arm.
Finally, her breathing calmed down enough for her to ask jerkingly, “Who… are… you? What… happened?”
The woman sighed sadly, a look of pity flitting across her face before she shoved it away. “My name is Elyana Kirkwoode. However, you can call me Ellie, just like everyone else. I’m a nurse here.”
She paused there, looking as if she didn’t know how much to tell her.
“There was an accident. You were hit by a car. The driver got away, and the police haven’t been able to find the car nor the driver. Another little girl was with you, Alexela Harris-”
“Lex?” Elara asked frantically. “She’s here too?”
“Yes, she is. Anyway, when you were hit, you sustained multiple injuries all over your body. You got a bit of a sprain-like injury to your neck, that’s why it hurts, see, though it wasn’t broken. You also broke both your legs, your right arm, and your left wrist. Your left arm also popped out of socket, and you cracked two ribs. The worst injury was to your spine, though. Broken in two places. There were a few internal injuries, but nothing we couldn’t fix. You’re fine, now, that’s all that matters.”
Ellie was hiding something from her, she could tell, but she didn’t really care right now. She’d find out in time. There were more pressing issues right now.
“How… how long?” she asked.
“You’ve been in a coma for three weeks.”
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 8:59 pm
Yay! ^(^0^)^ Imma bad influence!
Next stop: Harvard. cool
In high school, (imma fishie too) smart people shouldn't be scorned/hated unless it's by stupid people. 3nodding
I didn't mean to! gonk
...........well, yeah I did. This is where, through much tragedy and drama, we find out how frickin awesome Everan really is. *nods* it's necessary, and besdes, if Ametris is the cuteness outlet, Sirtema is the actiony outlet, and Ilanarda is the romance outlet, then Lacausta is the depressing outlet. And I can think of nothing more depressing than things that are (indirectly...?) very mean to poor Everan. ):
NEW STUFF OMGs.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 9:03 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:27 pm
Death to Writer's Block mad
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 4:39 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:02 pm
The next time Elara awoke, things happened more like she’d thought they should.
Before she’d fallen back asleep, Ellie had arranged her head so she could look comfortably to the side. Now she could see her brother sitting in a chair next to her bed. He was reading a magazine, which she managed to see was Highlights For Kids. Guess there wasn’t any other choice in the waited room, she thought giggling.
His head snapped up at the sound. He jumped out of his chair, kiddie crafts and picture finds forgotten, the magazine falling to the floor with a slap. “Elara! You’re awake!”
“Of course I am, silly. A girl can only sleep so long. After that, the beauty part of the sleep shuts down and your only other hope is plastic surgery. Now sit down, it hurts to crane my neck at you.”
He sat quickly, clipping the chair and almost tipping it over, then regaining his composure. There was an awkward silence as they each tried to think of something to say to the other. Finally, Kevin decided on the phrase that has timeless origins and could not possibly have been used at a worse time.
“So… how’re you doing?”
Elara could feel her face contort as she tried to figure out exactly how she felt. She was somewhere between hilarity, incredoulousness, exasperation, and exhaustion. If she had seen her own face, she probably would have burst out laughing. As it was, that was far from where she landed.
As she burst into tears, there was a moment of indesicion from Kevin. He wasn’t good at the whole comforting thing, yet he loved his sister, and didn’t want her to be sad.
“Um… well… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry if I…” he stammered.
“It’s okay, I’m fine,” she sniffed, getting herself under control. “Just… fine.”
“Well… uh, that’s good. So. Uh… why don’t you ask me some questions, now, eh?” Elara could tell he was nervous, though she’d no idea why. She was still his little sister, wasn’t she?
“How’s Alexela? Did they let you see her? Did they at least tell you how she was? Is she as bad off as me? Do you know? Well, well, well?” She exploded with questions immediately. Finally, someone who would listen to her questions, not the other way around!
“I don’t know,” he answered matter-of-factly. “I’m not her next-of-kin, so they can’t legally give me any info yet. I haven’t seen her parents around, so I haven’t had the chance to ask them, either.”
“Oh, fiddleheads,” she psuedo-cursed, disappointed. Maybe I can get that nice nurse –what was her name? Ah, yes, Ellie– to tell me. “Well, then, how’s Dad? Surely you know how Dad is? Where is he, anyway?”
“Dad’s fine. He’s at work right now. He’s going to come visit sometime, don’t worry.”
Satisfied with this answer (her father worked as an electritian, so one never knew when he’d be called in to work), Elara began more of a bantering talk, gradually getting her brother to relax. With news from home, casual gossip, and a promise from Kevin to bring her her favorite books to read during her long hours of recovery, it was almost like they were simply spending a day in the park, not in a hospital with internal injuries.
If only these pleasant times could last forever.
However, all realists know that they cannot now, and never will be able to.
“Olivia!” cried a female voice from the hall, startling them.
Kevin swore under his breath. Elara glared at his profane language, but he was too busy doing his own glaring at the door to take any notice.
“Olivia!” the voice screamed. The woman sounded drunk or high, probably both.
Kevin swore again and muttered, “She would have to choose today.”
“Ma’am,” Ellie’s voice interrupted the woman. “Ma’am, we’re going to have to ask you to keep your voice down. This the ICU, and we have many patients who need their rest.”
“I need t’ see Livy,” she slurred and shouted again, “Olivia!”
“Livy who?” Ellie asked kindly, making Elara envious of her immense store of patience.
“Olivia, my daughter!” The woman exclaimed, as though this were so obvious the nurse should have known it herself.
“What is your daughter’s full name? First, middle, and last,” Ellie asked, as though the woman was not very bright, which as far as Elara could tell, she wasn’t, really.
“Olivia Sayn Johnson!” the woman screamed. “Now wha’ part of I need t’ see my daughter don’ you understand?”
“Ma’am, I must ask you to keep your voice down,” Ellie repeated. “Now. I know every patient in this ward. We have no Olivia Johnsons here.”
“Oh, yes you do!” The woman cried desperately, though she did seem to being trying to be quieter. “Oh, I know you do! She’s been hit by a car! Now show me t’ my daughter!”
At that Kevin lept from his chair and stormed towards the door, slamming it behind him. But the force bounced the door back open again, so she could still hear every word.
“What do you think you’re doing here, Sayn?” Kevin asked in a cold voice she’d never heard him use before.
“I’m here t’ see my daughter, Kevie, what’d ya think I was here fer?” the woman replied hotly. How does Kevin know her? Elara wondered.
“We never asked you to come,” snapped Kevin.
“Yer father di’. He called me righ’ up and said, ‘Kid’s been hit by a car.’ Now tell me, Kevie, how’d she manage tha’?” The woman seemed to be sneering at Kevin, almost challenging him.
“Doesn’t sound like an invitation to me. Now leave. We don’t want you here.”
“You don’ speak fer her, Kevie. Ya can’ keep me from seein’ my own daughter. My own flesh and blood.”
“Hah,” he sounded like he was smirking. “You don’t even know her name.”
“Do too. Olivia Sayn Johnson,” she answered with a touch of pride to her slurred voice.
“Fool. You’re so stuck on yourself you can’t even remember who lived. That’s Elara. Elara Sayn Sipi. And we’d’ve done away with the Sayn, too, but Dad wanted a way to remember Olivia.”
Elara was floored. This woman was her mother? The one who left when she was a baby? Questions flew through her brain. What does she look like now? Is she always in this state?
And most confusingly of all, Who is Olivia?
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 12:53 pm
My goodness, by the time I get to the happy part, you'll all be so depressed you'll've stopped reading.
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