Post by Gabriel Adams on Nov 1, 2010 15:10:10 GMT -5
One. Two.
Breath.
Inhale. One, two, three. Exhale.
Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths, holding them, letting them out. It wasn't helping. There was still that terrible dread, building, threatening to make his chest collapse. Divination class hadn't been particularly bad, but maybe it was that smell ... Suffocating. Threatening to drown him. Hadn't that been days ago?
Why could he still smell it?
Four, five, six.
"Didn't ask, didn't tell," Gabriel whispered. He hadn't done anything wrong, nothing, everything was fine. Fine, fine, one two three learn to breathe four, four, four.
Four days, form ore days. Then he could leave, get out of that pit. Why wouldn't it stop screaming, why was it always - why couldn't they hear it? Couldn't they see it? There were tears all in the floor, soaking the floor, always crying. Never ending. Gabriel had at some point scooted to the edge of the canopy platform, legs dangling over open water, arms wrapped around a support. He smacked his forehead slowly, gently, against it.
As if that would somehow make it better.
His head ached. Always ached, but they didn't give him medicine anymore, it just made him sick, made him -
One. Two. Three. Four.
His breathing rattled in his throat, his chest tight. Gabriel opened silver eyes and found the water below. It was so cold in here, why was the fan always on? His nose felt cold. Did they mean to freeze him to death? Gabriel hadn't eaten, had taken little but water.
"Didn't ask."
Why would they leave him like this, all by himself?
God it hurt. Something gnawed at the inside of his skull. He stopped hitting his head and just stared at the water. He could even see a faint reflection down there, the butchered face, the white of the cast on his leg.
Damn dog. Divination class had been days ago, because the dog had been after that ... the - thing. What was it called.
One, two. Then it was time to do it.
Had there been a pond in the gardens of the courtyard?
Breath.
Inhale. One, two, three. Exhale.
Gabriel pinched the bridge of his nose, taking deep breaths, holding them, letting them out. It wasn't helping. There was still that terrible dread, building, threatening to make his chest collapse. Divination class hadn't been particularly bad, but maybe it was that smell ... Suffocating. Threatening to drown him. Hadn't that been days ago?
Why could he still smell it?
Four, five, six.
"Didn't ask, didn't tell," Gabriel whispered. He hadn't done anything wrong, nothing, everything was fine. Fine, fine, one two three learn to breathe four, four, four.
Four days, form ore days. Then he could leave, get out of that pit. Why wouldn't it stop screaming, why was it always - why couldn't they hear it? Couldn't they see it? There were tears all in the floor, soaking the floor, always crying. Never ending. Gabriel had at some point scooted to the edge of the canopy platform, legs dangling over open water, arms wrapped around a support. He smacked his forehead slowly, gently, against it.
As if that would somehow make it better.
His head ached. Always ached, but they didn't give him medicine anymore, it just made him sick, made him -
One. Two. Three. Four.
His breathing rattled in his throat, his chest tight. Gabriel opened silver eyes and found the water below. It was so cold in here, why was the fan always on? His nose felt cold. Did they mean to freeze him to death? Gabriel hadn't eaten, had taken little but water.
"Didn't ask."
Why would they leave him like this, all by himself?
God it hurt. Something gnawed at the inside of his skull. He stopped hitting his head and just stared at the water. He could even see a faint reflection down there, the butchered face, the white of the cast on his leg.
Damn dog. Divination class had been days ago, because the dog had been after that ... the - thing. What was it called.
One, two. Then it was time to do it.
Had there been a pond in the gardens of the courtyard?