Krissy (chamberskrissy) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2014-02-27 03:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | krissy chambers |
Who: Krissy
What: Fading away
When: Through the night and Thursday
Where: Infirmary, Krissy's dreams
Warnings: Sadness, nightmares/disturbing imagery
Someone was talking. Someone was saying her name, but Krissy couldn't understand what they were saying afterwards. She tried to open her eyes, tried to find whoever it was that was talking, but she was tired. She was so tired, she wanted to say; as if that would somehow excuse why she couldn't find them or why she couldn't understand what they were trying to tell her. Would they understand? Would that make it better?
She just wanted to sleep. God, she was so tired, she just wanted to sleep.
"Mm, you need to wake up, sweetheart."
The voice was different, it wasn't the same one that had been talking earlier, but Krissy just smiled as she buried her face in her pillow. She knew that voice. She hadn't heard it in so many years, she had even thought that she had forgotten all about it, but it was making it easy to forget all about what she had been trying so hard to understand. There was a tugging at her blankets, and Krissy's mom chuckled as Krissy let out a loud groan to complain about the brightness of the sunlight that was suddenly on her face. "Five more minutes."
"Oh no, no you don't. It's been 'five more minutes' for the past half hour, young lady. You need to get to school."
"I'm too smart to go to school."
"You're too smart to stay in bed." The dip on the mattress was enough to let Krissy know that her mom had sat down next to her on the bed, but instead of pulling the covers away from her, she leaned down to kiss her cheek and then the side of her head. Krissy tried to hide the grin that was steadily growing on her lips, as if to pretend she was asleep, but the way her mom hugged her made it impossible to ignore. "Come on, baby. It's time to get up."
Krissy opened her eyes then with a big sigh, even if the smile on her face was proof that she wasn't really annoyed. Her mother stared down at her with a smile of her own, resting her chin on Krissy's shoulder as she kept holding her. The fact that she wasn't in a room that she recognized, the fact that things were so calm should probably concern her, but she was too busy staring at the woman that she hadn't seen in so long. Because suddenly that was all she could think about - how much she had missed her. How good it was to just be there, because her heart ached at the thought of being anywhere else, and Krissy just wanted to stay there forever so that she wouldn't have to forget her anymore. "Do I really have to go?" she finally asked quietly, as if asking her something in secret. Something that could stay just between them.
Her mother just smiled, though. "You really, really do. You wouldn't want me to be in trouble for being a horrible parent, would you? I'll fix you up something to eat." Before Krissy could argue, she kissed her cheek again before getting up and walking towards the door. "Don't make me come back here, young lady. I better see your butt in the kitchen in ten minutes, you hear me?"
Krissy sighed again, rolling onto her back as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. As she did so, though, a gunshot echoed up the stairs with enough force that Krissy could swear that the whole house was shaking. "Mom?" Krissy called out as she scrambled out of bed, but as she did she suddenly realized that her blankets were drenched in blood. Panic flooded her body as she looked down at herself, as if to check where the blood was coming from, but she couldn't pinpoint it because she was covered in it. Her clothes, her arms, her legs. Oh god, what happened?
A scream came from downstairs, and Krissy tried to run to the door, but she couldn't. She was suddenly face down on the floor, her nose almost hitting the carpet, and...
...and suddenly there was no carpet. There was just snow, and dirt, and Krissy tried to push herself up, but her whole body throbbed painfully. Her fingers dug into the ground, as if somehow that would give her something to hold onto as she tried to get up, but before she could even try, something was pulling her away by her feet. It was so sudden and so forceful that Krissy tried to kick herself free, tried to grab onto anything she could grab, but it didn't stop. She couldn't stop it, and a scream felt like it was choking her as she realized she was leaving behind a trail of blood all over the snow. "No," she managed in desperation, "stop. STOP!"
But it didn't stop. Whoever was dragging her was still pulling her away. Where were they going?
"Shh," a quiet voice assured her, making her stop her struggling. The fog she was in lifted momentarily, enough for her to feel a hand brushing against her forehead as if checking her temperature. Krissy tried shaking her head, tried to move away as she focused for a moment on who it was, but her whole body felt like it was made of lead and she couldn't move at all. It hurt. Everything hurt. "It's all right. It'll all be over soon."
What--
"Krissy," someone else was saying, and shaking her by the shoulder with enough force to make her turn. She wasn't sure who she was expecting to see, but whatever she had been feeling disappeared as soon as her father's concerned face came into focus. There was no more snow, and she wasn't on the ground; they were in the car, and he was driving but glancing at her as if to make sure she was okay. "I think you were dreaming, bug."
"Yeah," Krissy tried to answer as normally as she could, but her breathing was still out of sync even if the actual memory of what had been happening was quickly fading. "...what had you been saying?"
Lee Chambers seemed convinced enough that his daughter was okay, and his eyes shifted back towards the road even if he left a hand resting on her shoulder. "I was asking if you wanted to stop in Denver for something to eat. We should be there in a couple of hours."
"That sounds good." Krissy leaned back against the passenger seat, her eyes venturing out to the road as well, until she realized there was a box of dog treats by her feet and she frowned in confusion. A dog? They didn't have a dog. She knew because that was always an argument she could never win against her father, no mater how many times she tried. "Hey, um..."
Before she could ask, though, a dog panting in the backseat caught her attention. Winston. The name came so easily, and her father's hand disappeared from her shoulder as Krissy turned enough in her seat to pet the dog. Winston immediately let her pet him and play with his ears, and when Krissy turned to look at her dad, it wasn't him driving. It was Will, who seemed so focused on the road that Krissy just smirked slightly. "You look like you're mad at the road."
"I'm not mad at the road."
"Well duh, I know that." Will gave her a look, which made Krissy snicker under her breath. "Where are we headed next?"
"We should be passing the state line any minute now. We'll stop to gasp up and eat in bit." His attention on the road was broken momentarily, and he glanced over at Krissy for a moment. His features twisted into something that Krissy couldn't recognize, but he wouldn't look away and it made it hard for her to do the same. "Krissy? Krissy, you need to..."
His voice faded, and Krissy frowned as she tried her best to read his lips as if somehow that would help her. It didn't. He was saying something, though, she knew that he was, but he wasn't making any sense. "Will?" she tried to ask, but her throat wouldn't work. The coppery taste of blood was all she could taste, and she realized then she was choking on it. Fear gripped at her as she tried to talk again, tried to say something, but someone was saying her name again, except this time Krissy didn't even try to understand them. There was blood all over her hands as she pressed them against her side, and she could feel the dents under her shirt where chunks of flesh and muscle had been torn away.
"Krissy, now you're gonna stay awake for me now or I'm gonna get real upset." It was Sarah Mary. She could recognize the name, but Krissy was too busy staring down at her side as the blood kept seeping through her shirt and slipping through her fingers no matter how hard she tried to stop it. "Stay awake, Krissy. Hold this here just like that. There you go. Stay with me."
I can't, she wanted to say. She couldn't hold onto the jacket she was giving her. She couldn't make the blood stop. She couldn't focus.
She couldn't stay.
"I'm..."
Someone was yelling. She could tell by the tone, even if she couldn't focus on the words themselves. She looked up, trying to at least see what was happening, but everything was slowly fading. Through her haze she could see Lydia, and Will, and others that moved in the background but she couldn't focus enough to really see them. They were saying something, but Krissy couldn't keep her eyes open anymore, how could they expect her to even understand?
"It's all right," the voice had said, "it'll all be over soon."
The blood she could feel against her skin and that was making her clothes stick to her was forgotten. The pain returned so strongly that it made her whole body tense, but just as the voices began to fade away she could feel herself drift back off to sleep. She was tired. She was so tired, she just wanted to sleep.
Would they understand? Would they be okay? Would they be mad?
It was quiet. It was suddenly so quiet, and before Krissy could answer her own questions, or tried to reopen her eyes, she drifted off into the darkness that was quickly pulling her under.