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Pitter patter
The raindrops fell solemnly as the sun shone; liquid sunshine made its glorious fall. Even in uprising glory, there's always the big fall.
You hated the rain.
It filled you with dread. But today was a good day, a very good day. What is it? You wonder; You don't know.
"Today is a good day," you hear. "Smile!"
"Huh, what's wrong? Did you not like the teddy?" Another, "Dear, you'll get wrinkles from all that frowning!", no matter... It will all fade into one big cacophony.
This is...
Really boring. Viewing is so boring.
You lackadaisically bite the inside of your cheeks, and the soft insides wiggle along your teeth.
The view from the window fades into a water painting, and each intricate detail blends.
Click clack
Footsteps came along behind you, and the softspoken voice calling your name, "Did you want to play outside?"
Only now, from then, you feel the wet, slightly muddy grass. It swoops along your fingertips and smells offly nice. Your shoes sink in every step along the small field.
It was chillier than you expected. The cold is biting and sweeping into you slowly, almost enveloping you.
Mercilessly piercing into your every cell as goosebumps rise.
Squelch,
then, another squelch.
The sound was almost satisfying. Never mind the cold stabbing you.
Squelch.
The malicious coldness almost leaves.
Squelch.
It rushes past.
Squelch.
Or maybe, you're running into it.
Squelch.
The cold air chokes you.
Squelch.
It makes an uncomfortable pit in your stomach as you resist a gag.
Squelch.
The adrenaline rushes, then it ran.
You fell and bit your tongue. The mud barely dominates the bitter taste. You only saw an ugly green shirt in the distance. They look a bit deformed.
...
But you can still feel it. You still taste it. The bitter copper of blood is still cascading along down on your tongue. And the cold forever caresses you.
What the hell?
Oh, that little shit better not have kicked me off the damn bed again-
You groan. The harsh feel of the floor made you ache. Every cell was sore, like you've been lying here for a while. You start to wonder whether, right after you fell asleep, you fell out of bed, or whether your sibling pushed you off. Again.
When you finally sat up, you rubbed your eyes. Jeez, did they kick my ass on the side?
Opening them, you then froze.
Maybe all that soreness was from getting kidnapped. “A—“ You then choke on how dry your mouth is; then it became too moist. You felt beads cascading down your forehead and skin becoming akin to clay in the sweltering atmosphere.
You taste iron on your tongue, as your insides sludge against one another. You then clench your stomach in an uncomfortable frenzy. You then felt the unfamiliar fabric rustle, and then it itched.
Then it felt wet as bile fell onto your lap like a slap of wet mud was poured on you.