Dɪᴀɴᴀ Mᴇᴀᴅᴇ (purewitch) wrote in thegateway, @ 2012-04-08 16:08:00 |
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She must have lost and regained consciousness several times. Diana didn't know who had attacked her, but it was pretty obvious that someone had. She was in more pain than she could have imagined, and she lay in the grass off the path a good ways for hours. She laid there, baking in the sun, fading in and out of consciousness. She had no concept of time, it was all surreal to her. She didn't have the strength to move.
She'd been left for dead, or so it seemed. Dried blood caked her neck, and matted her usual luscious chocolate colored hair. She was covered in blood, her clothes torn...she looked like a murder victim might on one of those cop shows. Only...she was alive.
She was alive.
When she finally regained consciousness enough to move, she rolled over unto her stomach, clutching herself in pain as she did so. She crawled on her belly for what seemed like forever, the ground scraping against already tender flesh. She crawled until she could see the lights from the house, she wanted to call out for help, but no sound would come out. She had to pull it together, or she was going to die out here. She knew she'd lost a lot of blood...and her voice was hoarse at best, she couldn't scream. Breathing shallowly, she tried to crawl closer to the house.
"Help me...someone please..."