Prologue

Alright, so this is a longer story I'm writing, and I have no idea what it's title is going to be, so this is the 'prologue' of the story. I'm sorry if it comes along slowly, but I have alot of stuff going on right now. But I promise you, more is comming. Oh and remember, this is very rough, no editing. :)

With each laboured step I took my vision blurred, my joints ached, my muscles shook. A wave of dizziness shook my system with each movement. Numbness started to take over. I closed my eyes, trying to push it back... but it crept forward at a never changing pace. I opened my eyes to find somewhere to sit, somewhere to recover; I saw the curb of the sidewalk and lurched unsteadily towards it. I sank to the concrete and pressed my face against the grey, rough surface. The coolness of it sank in, trying to calm the fever that surged through my veins. Relief swept through my body slowly.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, my vision blurred like never before; the dizziness climaxed and all went black.

It felt like I was falling, no, sinking. Like I was being swallowed by the darkness, smothered by the black, consumed by the night. At least the pain and dizziness was gone, it had all been taken over by the dull numbing that buzzed from the tips of my toes all the way to my scalp. It was a very strange sensation, but oddly peaceful. Then, out of the blue, I felt something ice cold against my cheek. It jerked me forcefully, pulling me away from the peaceful, numbing black. I wanted to be rid of it, to continue sinking. I reached up to move the ice, to push it away, but I couldn't move my arm. I couldn't move anything... not a single limb.

Panic filled my body, the numbness disappeared and my eyes shot open. Colour and light shocked my system. Pain and dizziness crashed into me, like a tidal wave, retaking my body and mind as prisoners in record time. I then realized that the ice that had brought me back to reality, to this torture, to this hell, was gone. My eyes swiveled around, hunting... and they succeeded. A beautiful dark haired guy knelt beside me. Worry filled every crease, every line, every plane... every part of his face. In his hand, he clutched an ice pack.


"Are you alright?" he asked me. I replied by putting my face back onto the sidewalk, and moaning. He put the ice pack back onto my temple. "No!" I yelled at him. He jerked it away, and watched as I closed my eyes, trying to fall back into the calming darkness. When my body went limp, he realized what I was doing. "Oh no you don't!" he said, and then I was moving. My eyes flashed open, and I saw that he was carrying me, like a child. "What are you doing?" I moaned. "I am taking you to the somplace where you can rest." he replied smugyly. I didn't have the energy to argue, so I closed me eyes and let the rocking of this stranger's walk lull me to sleep.