I wake...
Timed to Saturday, 16 September 2006, day 1 of the Opposite Plot
Warning: First thread contains violence and disturbing imagery, language. Second thread contains violence, non-con and more disturbing imagery, I'm sure.
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My body is shaking. I'm sure I wasn't exactly sleeping but I was dreaming. I could feel my body, feel the cold, and yet I dreamed again. Back and forth, Richard and Boromir. This time it was Boromir, laughing at me when I tell him that I spent two days as a woman. He laughs and I turn red and he laughs harder.
I've had worse dreams but it was the fact that I wasn't fully asleep when I had this one. So tired. I've had so little sleep and I'm exhausted. It's time for me to take the nightly walk, or I can work on Connor's bow, which is almost shaped completely, or do any one of a number of things that I do while waiting to get tired enough to think I can sleep again. Then I lie back down for an hour and a half or two hours and rise, doing it all over again. Sometimes I try to sleep a third time but it rarely works. Almost never.
Why am I trying to get up? Take a walk until I'm tired enough to sleep? I'm halfway back to sleep already...
"...your mouth on my boyfriend's..." Glare. Return glare.
I am hiding behind a tree and hoping that I'm not noticed. Not here, not hearing this. This is not happening to me. Turn to go and he's there in front of me. Marv points his gun and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. Run, panic, fall, thumbs...
Dark but not blind.
"Don't need a fire cuz I can see you just fine." But there's fire everywhere anyway and I'm burning.
Sit bolt upright, drenched in sweat. Again. Dreams again but something's different. I feel hollow. I'm hungry and thirsty and my head feels funny. It's like something that happened a while back. It's like I was sleeping for a very long time.
Sleeping and dreaming, two days. The island's prank! It can't be but perhaps it can because I feel different and I know far more time has passed than two hours. I know it.
Despite my anxiety, I light the fire and take one of the rags, wetting it down and wiping my face. A bit cooler now, but my heart is still pounding. I have some water to drink and take a bit of food because I don't know how long I was asleep and I seem to need it. More water. I need to find out how long it has been.
Blue jeans, grab them and put them on in a rush. No more time, took too much already. I grab for a shirt and take several, drop them, and try again. Just one. The blue silk that I almost never wear. So soft, got it because it was soft and I thought Buffy would like it. Haven't worn it since Buffy, months and months. Nobody cares what I wear. Nobody will care that it's not buttoned or that I have no shoes on--no time to stop and put on either pair of boots, don't want to even try to find socks as difficult as the shirt was to deal with.
By the time I'm out the front of the caves I'm practically running. How much time? It's bright out, so bright that I'm almost blinded. Has it been one day? Two? Not more, surely, or I'd feel even worse. I feel... so odd. Not quite so bad now I had some water and food, though not much. I feel... so odd.
I stop where the path to the caves joins the one to the compound--to the building or the beach? What day is it?
Warning: First thread contains violence and disturbing imagery, language. Second thread contains violence, non-con and more disturbing imagery, I'm sure.
XxX
My body is shaking. I'm sure I wasn't exactly sleeping but I was dreaming. I could feel my body, feel the cold, and yet I dreamed again. Back and forth, Richard and Boromir. This time it was Boromir, laughing at me when I tell him that I spent two days as a woman. He laughs and I turn red and he laughs harder.
I've had worse dreams but it was the fact that I wasn't fully asleep when I had this one. So tired. I've had so little sleep and I'm exhausted. It's time for me to take the nightly walk, or I can work on Connor's bow, which is almost shaped completely, or do any one of a number of things that I do while waiting to get tired enough to think I can sleep again. Then I lie back down for an hour and a half or two hours and rise, doing it all over again. Sometimes I try to sleep a third time but it rarely works. Almost never.
Why am I trying to get up? Take a walk until I'm tired enough to sleep? I'm halfway back to sleep already...
"...your mouth on my boyfriend's..." Glare. Return glare.
I am hiding behind a tree and hoping that I'm not noticed. Not here, not hearing this. This is not happening to me. Turn to go and he's there in front of me. Marv points his gun and pulls the trigger. Nothing happens. Run, panic, fall, thumbs...
Dark but not blind.
"Don't need a fire cuz I can see you just fine." But there's fire everywhere anyway and I'm burning.
Sit bolt upright, drenched in sweat. Again. Dreams again but something's different. I feel hollow. I'm hungry and thirsty and my head feels funny. It's like something that happened a while back. It's like I was sleeping for a very long time.
Sleeping and dreaming, two days. The island's prank! It can't be but perhaps it can because I feel different and I know far more time has passed than two hours. I know it.
Despite my anxiety, I light the fire and take one of the rags, wetting it down and wiping my face. A bit cooler now, but my heart is still pounding. I have some water to drink and take a bit of food because I don't know how long I was asleep and I seem to need it. More water. I need to find out how long it has been.
Blue jeans, grab them and put them on in a rush. No more time, took too much already. I grab for a shirt and take several, drop them, and try again. Just one. The blue silk that I almost never wear. So soft, got it because it was soft and I thought Buffy would like it. Haven't worn it since Buffy, months and months. Nobody cares what I wear. Nobody will care that it's not buttoned or that I have no shoes on--no time to stop and put on either pair of boots, don't want to even try to find socks as difficult as the shirt was to deal with.
By the time I'm out the front of the caves I'm practically running. How much time? It's bright out, so bright that I'm almost blinded. Has it been one day? Two? Not more, surely, or I'd feel even worse. I feel... so odd. Not quite so bad now I had some water and food, though not much. I feel... so odd.
I stop where the path to the caves joins the one to the compound--to the building or the beach? What day is it?