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Jul. 4th, 2009|01:11 am |
Mehmeh... izdomaaju, ka jāizliek kāda daļa "tautās" un jāpavēro reakcija/komentāri/kritika... Stāstu pārrakstu jau 11 reizi, šoreiz pat izskatās cerīgi...
oi, jā, sorry, ka angliski... nerakstās man latviski.. nezinu kpc... :/
Pg 3.
"..I think my mind and senses woke up at the exact moment I muttered these words. We stopped by a car. I don't remember what kind it was. She put me on the back seat, I think. I tried sitting up, but had tough luck doing it. I didn't even notice when she got in the car or started driving. By the time I was high enough to see what's happening outside the windows we were driving down some road that lied between two green walls of trees. Forest. We must've driven really fast to get out of the city. Or maybe it just took me forever to get up high enough... Time was a stranger to me.
The blueness of everything hurt my eyes. I coughed a lot, too. I saw her hand with a bottle of some lemonade.
“You need sugar to get some energy,” I heard her voice somewhere far off. I stretched my hand that seemed to weigh a million tons in spite of it being unrealistically skinny. I think I clutched the bottle, but it fell right through my clasp as the woman let go of it, “shit.”
“It's OK, I'll try to get it,” I muttered, I couldn't really hear myself saying anything. I was more relying on my leftover sanity that I actually got to saying the words I wanted. For a second I wondered if she understood anything I was saying...
I bent down and fell sideways momentarily. My back seemed like a jelly. Still lying on my side I fished for the bottle on the car floor and seemed to find it, but had tough time raising it. After a long time I was sitting upright with the bottle in my lap trying to unscrew it. “fucking cap... forget about it..” I tossed the bottle, but it just fell sideways off my lap. Good enough.
I looked in the mirror and met with deep green eyes. “What's your name?” I said. By his time I thought I could heard myself. It sounded more like a scratchy whisper. I realized that talking hurt my throat. I've become so oblivious to pain that I might have missed a lot more pain than I actually had. Not that I was complaining...." |
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