I can feel the sensations coming back to my limbs now. They’re twitching and tingling all over. It feels weird. I could probably move now, but I don’t want to, pinned down by the weight of my own depression. My face is sore. No one thought to cover it once I had passed out, so it’s burnt and probably looks horrible. I don’t care, really, but it doesn’t help my mood. Actually, the position I’ve been laid down in is really uncomfortable and my neck hurts. Sighing, I move, so that I'm sitting up. Basilic is talking to Phoebe. The new angel – the guy one – is watching me nervously. I glare at him, but he doesn’t look away. It makes him flinch though.

As I watch the angel watching me, I begin to think about how much we actually have in common. We’re both confused about everything, both undead and I don’t think either of us really wants to be here. I sigh again and look around for Gabby. I see her on the seat behind Basilic, Auvrea healing her wrist. I wonder if I got any venom in her wound... I don’t think I did. I mean, she only touched my lips, right? God, I would quite like to die, right now.



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