Caelia Elias (traumatizedair) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-03-18 00:00:00 |
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Opening her eyes was painful and her head felt as though some sort of thick, brambly gauze was wrapped around the inside of her skull. The gauze was like spiderweb; it caught her thoughts and obscured them, preventing them from moving and being studied further than a glimpse. Caelia had yet to realize that her discomfort and sluggish thoughts were connected. Her breaths were slow and deep, much like when she woke from a long, deep sleep. She didn't remember coming to bed. Inf act, she didn't remember much of the previous day or even before. Lying there, trying to pull her thoughts free of the mental gauze was exhausting. She decided that the remedy for that was spending time with Air. She peered inside of herself and found that his voice was not there.
It wasn't that he was silent. No, because even in silence she could feel him there. This was something different altogether. Like there was a concrete wall separating her from him. He was there, but there was no way for her to reach him. Panic set in, first causing her pulse to increase and then her breaths to turn choppy and short with her distress. She tried to push herself up, but her wrists and ankles were bound by leather cuffs to the bed.
A desperate scream peeled past Caelia's lips and her cheeks were soon wet with frightened tears. She looked around wildly and saw four gray, cold walls surrounding her with only one tiny little door directly across from her. There wasn't even a window to show her what time of day it was. There was no handle on the door and suddenly the air elemental felt trapped, as though she were in an underground cavern. The thought smothered her and made her gasp for air even harder. The idea of being buried alive would not leave her thoughts.
Her eyes fell onto the door and she began to shriek.
"Help! Please, somebody help!"
Over and over the words scraped past her dry, cracking lips in every language she knew until her voice began to grow hoarse.The door finally opened and three people entered the room. Two men, both wearing white uniforms, looked like orderlies with their names sewn into the shirt just over the right breast pockets. The woman who followed them was curvy with auburn hair stuffed into her cap. She too wore a white uniform and she carried a small silver tray in her hands. When Caelia's eyes fell onto the tray, she began to kick and cry, making the leather cuffs groan from the strain.
The way the harsh fluorescent light glinted against the tray was enough to rip Caelia's thoughts and memories from the tendrils of the fog in her mind. Flashes of the past few weeks filled her mind and she remembered that this nurse and the orderlies were her most frequent visitors.
"No, please!" Caelia began, eyeing the tray as tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes.
The nurse seemed not to understand. She muttered something to the orderlies some instruction that Caelia recognized but didn't understand. Her arms were immediately restrained, one held straight. She fought desperately to shake the men off of her, but they were twice her size. She reached for Air once more, but her grasp came back empty.
"No!" She shrieked as the nurse prepared the syringe. "No, you don't understand. You're taking Him away from me! I need Him! No, please stop!"
The needle slid easily into her arm, piercing the skin like it was no more than a veil of silk, and Caelia felt the pinch before the tingly warmth that spread from its tip. In mere moments the mental spider web returned, snaring her thoughts, slowing her breath, and closing her eyes.
Caelia slept.