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I wake up. I remember nothing... No, that's not true. I remember something... But it doesn't quite come to mind. I guess it's not important. I'm laying on a soft bed in a room that is sparsly decorated. The only picture is a still life of a nurse attending a leprosy patient with quiet dignaty. A a women of, and I'm only guessing, 14 sits on a chair at the other end of the room. She is reading a book. I cant quite make out the title, but I'm sure that's largley unimportant. She is dressed in all black, and wet tears still run down her cheeks. I dont know her, but I'm suddenly hit with an impulse to tell her I'm okay... That I'm alive. The only thing that my voicebox can manage is a dull, ugly croak. But it catches her attention, and for just a second she just looks at me blankly. Frankly, I was a little freaked out by her lack of reaction. But then I see hope fill her eyes and she runs over to me, her black dress swishes back and forth in the wind of her movement, and she tosses her book to the side of the room. It lands with a small smack. Before she engulfs me in a hug, I see the title of the book. It is "Saint Lucas' Catholic Bible" and I remember that is where I almost died. But the utter joy in the hug the lady gives me quickly washes away any horrible memories that book almost conjured up. "I thought you were dead! Oh my Lord, I thought you were dead! I'm so lucky you're alive! No wait, you're so lucky you're alive! Ohmygosh, I'm so sorry!" She lets go of her crablike grip on my mid section, which was paining me a lot even before she vice gripped it. I guess it showed up on my face. "I'm sorry.. I was.. I am just so glad you're alive!" I smile uneasily at her, and I manage to force out a quick, dry, "Who are you?" She blushes and says "Jeezum, I got so happy at your recovery that I totally forgot my manners! I am Priscella Hart. I'm the one who found you and.. her." She suddenly looks guilty and I give her a reasuring nod. Pain flares up in my neck but I dont let that show on my face. I dont want to upset her, you see? Her self confidence is restored, so she continues. "I train in all sorts of fighting techniques, and after my practices I usually head to the church for a little down time with God. I saw that horrible man leave, and I hid in the bushes just outside the church gates. I knew he ment no good from the demented glee on his face. Anyways, after he passed, I went inside the church and found you two.. By the way, i am sorry for your loss. Priestess Reene was always there for me whenever I felt bad, like when my parents died... She was... a good person." She sniffs, and a small sob racks her body. She glances up at the ceiling, and makes the mark of the cruicifix. Then she looks back to me and continues her story yet again. "Well, I grabbed you and carried you out of the church. When I went outside, I saw a large fire starting in the town square, and the screams, and yells of the dying told me to take you to this small town called Hundinsberg. I carried you all the way to this hospital, and the doctors and the nurses took you from my arms and rushed to this room. I was sad that I couldn't help out with the nurses, but they told me to remain calm and stay in the waiting room. Just yesterday, they pronounced you dead. I was morned for you since. I prayed so hard for my efforts to not be in vain... And looks like someone up there was listening. I'm so happy you're alive... I can tell that you're someone...Special." She blushes even deeper and I guess that's where I fell in love with her. I should probably describe her in detail now. She is slightly tall for her age, and her black hair hangs down to her shoulder. She has beautifull hazel eyes that look slightly of asian ethnicy. She is deep tan, and her small, sensual lips where placed on a blemish free, cutely shaped face. Her build was slender, but full of hidden energy, like a cat getting ready to pounce on its prey
demondwarmeX2 · Fri Dec 08, 2006 @ 10:11pm · 1 Comments |
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