Chapter 10
“It appears an animal attacked him but the claw marks look almost….human,”
“How could a person do something like this?”
Voices echoed in and around him. They sounded so distant like he was under water.
His face burned like something tore the skin off and left it bare to the elements.
A light glowed around his eyes; a strong smell of oxygen filled his nose as he took in a deep breath.
The voices became louder as he became more awake.
“He’s starting to wake up.”
“What’s going on?” he winced. Talking made his face hurt.
“You’re in the hospital, you were found this morning and it appears you were attacked by an animal. Do you remember anything at all?”
The voice was female and was warm with kindness and concern. He was able to relax more but he strained to remember the following night.
“It was cold…”
“My friend’s body was on the ground. He was killed by something.” He managed to remember.
“A figure came at me; I tried to shoot it but missed. It killed my friend’s mother as she tried to shoot it herself.”
He felt warm tears form in his eyes.
“Then it came for me and it was too strong. It was no animal.” The tears fell as he choked out those last words.
“Are you sure it wasn’t an animal?” the warm voice said.
Jax opened his eyes, the light burned them but he looked straight at the woman who stood by his side. She was middle-aged with short brunette hair. Her eyes were dark green but they held a strong intelligence to them. He couldn’t read her ID badge but she definitely was a doctor.
“No. Not an animal.”
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“It appears an animal attacked him but the claw marks look almost….human,”
“How could a person do something like this?”
Voices echoed in and around him. They sounded so distant like he was under water.
His face burned like something tore the skin off and left it bare to the elements.
A light glowed around his eyes; a strong smell of oxygen filled his nose as he took in a deep breath.
The voices became louder as he became more awake.
“He’s starting to wake up.”
“What’s going on?” he winced. Talking made his face hurt.
“You’re in the hospital, you were found this morning and it appears you were attacked by an animal. Do you remember anything at all?”
The voice was female and was warm with kindness and concern. He was able to relax more but he strained to remember the following night.
“It was cold…”
“My friend’s body was on the ground. He was killed by something.” He managed to remember.
“A figure came at me; I tried to shoot it but missed. It killed my friend’s mother as she tried to shoot it herself.”
He felt warm tears form in his eyes.
“Then it came for me and it was too strong. It was no animal.” The tears fell as he choked out those last words.
“Are you sure it wasn’t an animal?” the warm voice said.
Jax opened his eyes, the light burned them but he looked straight at the woman who stood by his side. She was middle-aged with short brunette hair. Her eyes were dark green but they held a strong intelligence to them. He couldn’t read her ID badge but she definitely was a doctor.
“No. Not an animal.”
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7th chapter: link
8th chapter: link
9th chapter: link
January 15, 1815
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
Its cold. My food is almost gone, I can’t feel my hands. I lost my hat; my ears are frozen. My sisters are dying. Sasha has pneumonia, and Nastea’s lost her coat and shoes. My hair is falling out. I look at the broken down train behind us. Tree’s sleep soundlessly on top of it. I sit at a tree trunk, with you on my lap, and a scrawny pencil in my hand. Nastea sits beside Sasha, feeding her berries and herbs. I hope things get better, Journal. I hope things get better.
Bye Journal,
Nadia
I am bored with love
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
and it's passionless limbs
that drape over my bed
in a lethargic state of impotence
while wearing the same red heart
my soul picked up hitchhiking
off highway serendipity
Now here we are
alone in togetherness
trying to build dreams
with two by fours and glue,
but even a home
won't tie us together
when our hearts live alone
Poetic vows cliched
into nothingness
like all words do, eventually
and we allowed our bodies to become another pair of hollow shadows that make love to a wall
instead of each other
and we wonder why
the roses are dying
I remember the times of the i love you's
and times when it was i hate you.
But you come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
and times when it was i hate you.
But you come back begging at me feet.
And when my pity defeated me.
and the sweet seranades, in our matching shades.
My rose collection, evidence of your effection.
The sheets unmade, from the nights you stayed.
The child in me, from the times you loved me.
The debt you owe, from using the word borrow.
The times i was scared, was the time you spared.
And this dress i wear, in which are people become aware, that you are gone, and withdrawn.
The memories i hold, they are written in bold.
my broken heart, from when you apart.
so rest now my love, up now from above.
I'm sat at home
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt more than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to love me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I love him, but his love is dim
In my cardboard box
I'm scared to death
So I cuddle my socks
I hear the key turn in the door
Fear swells inside of me
My hope plummets through the floor
I peep outside my little box
In time to see my daddy roar
I'm worried now, I realise
Because he's angry I notice now
That what I'm seeing with swollen eyes
I don't know when I don't know how
It may be the last thing I ever see
This may be the last of me
I see his boots come closer, so I shriek
My bruises hurt more than ever
He picks me up, I feel so weak
He shakes me now and calls me worthless
I just want him to love me
I just want him to know me
But the broken bottle is against my chest
And is thrust through my cotton vest
Into my heart, the pain is fire
I see myself as I float higher
Now my vision is rimmed with darkness
The end is near, I feel its presence
I just wish that I could tell him
I love him, but his love is dim
