Post by Clarke Ensign on Dec 20, 2015 1:19:23 GMT -5
Clarke slammed the door to stall closed as she shuddered violently, the visions came in blinding flashes, and she only barely kept herself from crying out in pain. After several minutes they stopped, and she was left, collapsed and breathed heavily against the stall door, feeling the turmoil in her stomach, she lunged forward just in time for her breakfast to make it into the toilet.
Red came out with it, her blood and vomit swirled around in the clean water, creating a sickening smell, she vomited several more times until her stomach was completely empty and she was sitting there dry-heaving and covered with sweat.
Gulping, Clarke rose to her feet, her legs weak, and walked out unsteadily, collapsing on the bathroom sink, to look at herself in the mirror.
She was pale, paler than usual, sweat glistened on her face and plastered strands of her hair to her forehead. Her eyes were dark, with bags under them, given her a sunken, haunted appearance.
She couldn't go to the Hospital Wing for this, it couldn't be cured.
Merlin had the gift of foresight, and Clarke, as his only living direct descendant, did too, but she wasn't so sure that it was a gift.
You didn't know when it would come, sometimes you were aware of it, others, like when making prophesies, you weren't, but the worst by far was when they came as dreams.
Telling the future was not what people thought, they usually thought crystal balls and moonlight and such, that it was harmless, but that wasn't the case.
When you were awake and aware, they came in painful flashes, racking your body with violent tremors, lasting for hours, and bringing a sickness along with it. When you were asleep, they came as nightmares, not just any nightmares, horrible terrors that held you in it's grasp, unable to wake, you had to endure the terrifying dreams, so vivid you forgot you were merely sleeping.
By far the most merciful was when you issued a prophecy, you were unaware that the foresight had even overtaken you, the sickness leaving you be.
But now that wasn't the case, ever since Christmas Break, the visions had become more and more numerous, getting worse in both violence and what she saw, while she was both awake and asleep, so it had become nearly impossible to hide it from her dormmates. She only saw bad things anymore, glimpses of a big battle, blood and bodies everyone.
It was taking it's toll on Clarke, too. She had been becoming thinner and thinner to the point where she looked bulimic, she couldn't eat anything without it coming back up in a few hours.
As if mocking her, that moment Clarke was assailed by another torrent of visions, causing more vomiting and convulsive shaking.
All Clarke wanted was a friend, someone to help her through this, but she had none, shuddering and pain, physical and emotional, a single tear traced it's way down her face as she laid in exhaustion against the stall door again.
"Please...." Her broken whisper echoed around the room.
Red came out with it, her blood and vomit swirled around in the clean water, creating a sickening smell, she vomited several more times until her stomach was completely empty and she was sitting there dry-heaving and covered with sweat.
Gulping, Clarke rose to her feet, her legs weak, and walked out unsteadily, collapsing on the bathroom sink, to look at herself in the mirror.
She was pale, paler than usual, sweat glistened on her face and plastered strands of her hair to her forehead. Her eyes were dark, with bags under them, given her a sunken, haunted appearance.
She couldn't go to the Hospital Wing for this, it couldn't be cured.
Merlin had the gift of foresight, and Clarke, as his only living direct descendant, did too, but she wasn't so sure that it was a gift.
You didn't know when it would come, sometimes you were aware of it, others, like when making prophesies, you weren't, but the worst by far was when they came as dreams.
Telling the future was not what people thought, they usually thought crystal balls and moonlight and such, that it was harmless, but that wasn't the case.
When you were awake and aware, they came in painful flashes, racking your body with violent tremors, lasting for hours, and bringing a sickness along with it. When you were asleep, they came as nightmares, not just any nightmares, horrible terrors that held you in it's grasp, unable to wake, you had to endure the terrifying dreams, so vivid you forgot you were merely sleeping.
By far the most merciful was when you issued a prophecy, you were unaware that the foresight had even overtaken you, the sickness leaving you be.
But now that wasn't the case, ever since Christmas Break, the visions had become more and more numerous, getting worse in both violence and what she saw, while she was both awake and asleep, so it had become nearly impossible to hide it from her dormmates. She only saw bad things anymore, glimpses of a big battle, blood and bodies everyone.
It was taking it's toll on Clarke, too. She had been becoming thinner and thinner to the point where she looked bulimic, she couldn't eat anything without it coming back up in a few hours.
As if mocking her, that moment Clarke was assailed by another torrent of visions, causing more vomiting and convulsive shaking.
All Clarke wanted was a friend, someone to help her through this, but she had none, shuddering and pain, physical and emotional, a single tear traced it's way down her face as she laid in exhaustion against the stall door again.
"Please...." Her broken whisper echoed around the room.
