THIS STORY STARTED WITH MY DISSECTION
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A child with raven black hair, pale skin and reddish-brown eyes laid there, on a bed, in an unknown place. Dust filled air and a cold temperature, a fluffy yet stale bed greeted his feeble spine, and a harsh pillow to his skull. A thin blanket over his dirty, scratched body. And next to him? Next to him lie his stuffed rabbit, Oscar, and his bags on a chair next to the weak, old bed frame.
This boy went by Ahote, given by his parents. Ah... yes, his parents. They were nothing but faces he had saw the other days, prior to these fateful events. His body was weak, and mind, weaker. His arms would lie limp against the top of the bed sheets, eyes fixing their gaze to the ceiling. It had a foreign scent, this room. He was clearly no longer near Magnolia. Magnolia had... a sweeter smell. But this was no different after last night.
"...Eh?"
Ahote muttered out weak words, lips struggling to part with one another. He recalled... being lost deep into the woods, around the East Forest of Magnolia Town. Yes, yes. He remembered giving into the fatigue of walking and hiking, back against a tree at night in the thick, lush but dead trees. He remembered starving and dehydrating, on the brink of death. He remembered bags under his eyes from the waking horror of the loneliness, unable to maintain sleep. He also remembered something... soft?
Ahote flinched to the thought, his fingers gliding across the blanket over him with a sudden sensation of deja vu. - He remembered meeting a lady in darkness, and was covered with a blanket. She was a pretty lady, and mused with him until he fell unconscious, into her arms. After that, he resorted to his own dream world, where everything was just as confusing as the reality he had desperately been clawed from. It was the same world of clearness and fog of which he woke from in his old bedroom, in his house, with his mother. It was even foggier this time, clouds filled the sky and the waters were even deeper. It was frightening but he felt an odd sense of comfort from it's darkness.
Ahote sighed and slowly raised himself from the pillow and mattress, a pain in his head and the back-breaking fatigue consuming his body. His head hurt. But he couldn't say it was a headache. "Ouch..." He cupped his hand to his forehead, in hopes of physically soothing the ache, "Wh... where am I?" He asked himself in a small, soft voice as his eyes scanned the room. It seemed worn down, and dark, despite the light falling in from the small window to his side.
He looked around to the same places in silence with an almost-dead expression on his face, it hurt too much to make out any gestures or faces of pain, pleasure, or discomfort. It was odd. He longed for human contact, or even better, the arms of the ones he fell into last night. Was it even last night? Days could of passed by now before he awoke from that state, not realizing how malnourished he truly was, even now. His body was bony and bags still rested beneath his eyes. His flesh still pale, he was left alone in the infirmary.
"...Hello?"
He called out to no one, in hopes some someone's voice coming to his rescue.
A child with raven black hair, pale skin and reddish-brown eyes laid there, on a bed, in an unknown place. Dust filled air and a cold temperature, a fluffy yet stale bed greeted his feeble spine, and a harsh pillow to his skull. A thin blanket over his dirty, scratched body. And next to him? Next to him lie his stuffed rabbit, Oscar, and his bags on a chair next to the weak, old bed frame.
This boy went by Ahote, given by his parents. Ah... yes, his parents. They were nothing but faces he had saw the other days, prior to these fateful events. His body was weak, and mind, weaker. His arms would lie limp against the top of the bed sheets, eyes fixing their gaze to the ceiling. It had a foreign scent, this room. He was clearly no longer near Magnolia. Magnolia had... a sweeter smell. But this was no different after last night.
"...Eh?"
Ahote muttered out weak words, lips struggling to part with one another. He recalled... being lost deep into the woods, around the East Forest of Magnolia Town. Yes, yes. He remembered giving into the fatigue of walking and hiking, back against a tree at night in the thick, lush but dead trees. He remembered starving and dehydrating, on the brink of death. He remembered bags under his eyes from the waking horror of the loneliness, unable to maintain sleep. He also remembered something... soft?
Ahote flinched to the thought, his fingers gliding across the blanket over him with a sudden sensation of deja vu. - He remembered meeting a lady in darkness, and was covered with a blanket. She was a pretty lady, and mused with him until he fell unconscious, into her arms. After that, he resorted to his own dream world, where everything was just as confusing as the reality he had desperately been clawed from. It was the same world of clearness and fog of which he woke from in his old bedroom, in his house, with his mother. It was even foggier this time, clouds filled the sky and the waters were even deeper. It was frightening but he felt an odd sense of comfort from it's darkness.
Ahote sighed and slowly raised himself from the pillow and mattress, a pain in his head and the back-breaking fatigue consuming his body. His head hurt. But he couldn't say it was a headache. "Ouch..." He cupped his hand to his forehead, in hopes of physically soothing the ache, "Wh... where am I?" He asked himself in a small, soft voice as his eyes scanned the room. It seemed worn down, and dark, despite the light falling in from the small window to his side.
He looked around to the same places in silence with an almost-dead expression on his face, it hurt too much to make out any gestures or faces of pain, pleasure, or discomfort. It was odd. He longed for human contact, or even better, the arms of the ones he fell into last night. Was it even last night? Days could of passed by now before he awoke from that state, not realizing how malnourished he truly was, even now. His body was bony and bags still rested beneath his eyes. His flesh still pale, he was left alone in the infirmary.
"...Hello?"
He called out to no one, in hopes some someone's voice coming to his rescue.
AND NOW ITS ENDING IN MY RESURRECTION
PHARAOH LEAP.