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Miserybiz:
One More Time
I woke up once more, laying in a bed. My face planted on a large decorative pillow. I had been there for lord knows how long, but it was hurting my neck. I pushed the decorative pillow out of the way to get to the soft pillows below. I was so comfortable, I may never get up again. That sounds like a good plan. I just lay in that bed, looking at my reflection in the wall sized mirror that covered one wall of the guest rooms in the resort. I was such a mess, dried blood all over, dirt on my face. I looked so pale and I was pretty sure some of my fine black hair was starting to fall out. Sad, every one always loved my hair. I curled up into the fetal position with a sign. Brushing up against the wound on my leg by accident. A sharp pain shot through my body and I straightened out as if I had been shocked. I swear every single joint in my body must have popped. It felt good but the leg hurt so bad, I couldn't just ignore it any more.

Lifting up the covers, I peeled back the blood soaked towel and looked at it. The skin around the wound was starting to rot by the looks of it, black lines went about up to my knee. I could see them growing and spreading, or was that my feverish imagination? The bleach hadn't worked... or maybe it had and I was now dying from bleach poisoning... is that even a thing? Probably is with my luck. I held the covers over my head and had a soft cry as I resigned myself to die. When I finally lowered the blanket I saw a girl standing in the doorway, clearly I hadn't bothered to shut it when I came in here to sleep. She was  younger then I, her long blond hair was a mess and her freckled face was so sun burnt... we locked eyes for a few moments before she ran off, never saying a word. I looked at my leg again. Regardless of what I died from, I couldn't die here. What if I turned into one of them, what if I killed some one.

If you kill some one after your dead is it still murder? This was indeed a meta meta moment. I swung my legs over and climbed out of bed one more time. I took nothing but a blanket with me, wrapped over my shoulders. I glanced at every single mirror as I made my way out of the resort's guest housing. I probably looked already dead, my eyes sunk back so far into my pale face. When I reached the door the knee on my bad leg gave way and I stumbled. Knocking over a picture on the receptionists desk. I don't know why but I picked it up and placed it back where it had been. Pulling myself forward I wandered away from the building, past a shiny blue bike. I wanted to take it, to make walking easier but I couldn't get my leg over it. So I left it where it was as well and walked, perhaps fate was being kind to me for once because I didn't run into a single one of those things as I made my way out of the resort and into the woods beyond. I walked until my leg collapsed again, then dragged myself to the nearest tree. Leaning against it I closed my eyes. Tried to sleep but i'm not sure if I actually did. My brain was so cloudy, I don't remember any of my thoughts from that point forward. I just couldn't think. All I remember was sitting there, for what seemed like an eternity as storm clouds rolled in above me. Rain started to pour down. I don't know if or when I died. I was in a strange in between. For the longest time there was simply... nothing.

Miserybiz:
Rip Tide
I sat there, leaning against the tree. My eyes wide open, staring aimlessly into the distance. I hadn't blinked in hours, the morning fog was settling on my eyes. Like drops on a camera lens. My breathing was ragged and my mind was empty. I'm not even sure if I could call it mine any more. Try as I might I couldn't get up and move. I just sat there, staring at nothing. I saw the sun peak through the the trees and begin to rise. Hours passed, time drifted by without me even taking notice. It was as if I was stuck in limbo... some sort of misty purgatory. Surely this was hell, being trapped in your own body. The part of me still left, the part of me still human was shrinking. I was awake, still technically alive but the moments when I was aware of my surroundings became shorter, and further apart as sickness clouded my brain. It was like the morning fog its self was seeping into my head.

Perhaps this was hell after all, it looked like the forest... but I was alone in hell. The only thing that proved me wrong, the only thing that told me this was real life. Well the only thing that seemed real at all was the steady clinking of a bike chain. My body lurched forward and picked its self up. Walking towards the road, a shadow appeared in front of me. A girl on her bike. I began to pick up speed, running full out until at-last my body tackled her. I'm not sure what happened directly after that. All I know is that I got very hungry. What ever was in charge of my being now shoved the part of me that was still human back, into a dark and lonely corner of my mind. Everything was black, interrupted by flashes of what was going on in the world outside. I caught glimpses of the girl running through the trees. Of her standing on a railing and of both her and myself falling downward towards the ocean below.

We hit the water hard, perhaps the chill of it shocked me back into full awareness. I could see the girl struggling to get free of my grasp. My hand closed around her ankle and dragged her down. She kicked and flailed. I hadn't stopped breathing when I hit the water, my body was still out of my control as it drew the salt water into its own lungs, asphyxiating its self. Suddenly my hand let go of her ankle, allowing the girl to swim back up to the surface. I continued to float downwards, watching her flail about and eventually climb onto a rocky out cropping at the base of the cliff. She was safe for the time being.. she lived to die another day.

Still, I drifted downward, the oceans tides pulling me down and out into the vast blackness of the sea. I like to think that part of me let that girl go, that I still had humanity enough to fight back the sickness, just for that brief moment and allow her to escape, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen that loosened my grip. Does it really matter? No.

No it doesn't... Do you remember, back when I found the man drowned in the pool? I thought that was a terrible way to go. I was wrong. Compared to the alternative, to living trapped in your own body. This was blissful. This was mercy. The last bit of life left my body as I came to rest on the ocean floor. Blackness set in. It was over, it was...

The end

Mr. Fox:
*claps*Bravo! Very good!

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