Enchanted
Agoraphobia
[b][u]Fun Ghoul’s POV[/u][/b]
[i]Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...[/i]
The noises that came from the clock in the room I was being held in burnt into my mind as my vision remained black, and I sighed.
...Wait...
[i]I sighed. I heard the clock. I was alive?[/i]
I suddenly felt my heart beat against my chest rapidly as something; no, [i]somebody[/i] took my hand and squeezed it a little, making me flinch.
[i]“Ghoul?”[/i]
[b][u]Party Poison’s POV[/u][/b]
It had been almost two weeks since Ghoul had first moved. I sat in the medical room every day since then for at least 12 hours each day, and I only left Ghoul when I went to sleep myself, get some food or make sure the Diner was safe from Dracs. Things were difficult for all of us during those days, but to be honest, it was most difficult for me.
Ghoul had had at least 10 times having trouble breathing throughout the first week, and 3 of those resulted in him not breathing at all for about 5 minutes, which really felt like hours.
He also had bad nightmares; if you want to call them that.
He tossed and turned whilst yelling and screaming, but he never actually [i]said[/i] anything, so nobody could figure out what was happening. You wouldn’t believe how much many of us panicked when it first happened; although I guess I should probably admit that it mostly me who really panicked...
[i][b][u]~ Party Poison’s POV, 1 week ago and 2 days after Ghoul moved ~[/u][/b]
“Hey, Kid?” I asked, walking outside to join him as he kept a look out for any Dracs or even Korse.
“What’s up bro?” He replied, turning to face me and placing his gun in his pocket that hung from his waist.
“Dr. D said he needs some more Power Pup, I was just about to head down to the store in Zone 5. Do you want to come?” I explained, walking over to the Trans Am which we had cleaned yesterday. Mud was still visible over the white colour, but it wasn’t [b]that[/b] noticeable... I guess.
“Hmm... Sure. But I’m going to have to tell Jet so he can-” He started, but we both jumped when someone screamed from the inside of the Diner. “Who the fuck is screaming?!” Kid shouted over the noise, covering his ears. I was also covering my ears as the screaming continued, and I shook my head.
“I don’t know!” I exclaimed, “I’ll go check!”
I kept my ears covered as I ran inside, and I ran into Jet and Pony coming out of Dr. D’s radio room. They also had their hands on their heads, and I shot a questioning glance at them. They both replied at that same time, which made it a lot easier to hear, even though the screaming kept getting louder and louder.
“It’s Ghoul!!” They shouted, and my eyes widened a little before I ran into the medical room. I was greeted by Ghoul throwing himself around on the bed, and Dr. D was trying his best to keep him still.
“What’s wrong with him?!” I shouted louder than before; now removing my hands from my ears and attempting to help Dr. D.
“It looks like he’s having a nightmare or something!” Dr. D replied, “We need to keep him still before he hurts himself or before one of the needles comes out!” I cringed at the word ‘needles’, but I refused to be a coward and let Ghoul suffer with Dr. D struggling.
After endless minutes of Ghoul refusing to calm down, I knew it was useless to hold him down from just one side. “I have an idea!” I started, before getting onto the bed and holding Ghoul’s wrists above his head. Once his arms couldn’t move anymore I swung one of my legs over his body so I had one on each side, and this eventually stopped most of his body moving. There were only his legs to stop now, so Dr. D wheeled his way over to them and tried his best to hold them down as I tried to get Ghoul to listen to me.
“Ghoul!! It’s okay!” I exclaimed, still on top of him with his wrists in my hands. He seemed to calm down a little – well, does he really have a choice when his whole body is being held down? – so I tried speaking a little calmer to him. Could he really hear me?
“Ghoul, c’mon, calm down, it’s just a nightmare,” I explained a little closer to his ear so he could maybe hear me a little clearer. To both mine and Dr. D’s surprise, he stopped screaming and moving completely, and the only noises to come out of him were his rough breaths as a couple of tears fell down his cheeks. I hushed him quietly as I softly wiped the tears from his face, and he quickly returned to his normal sleeping state. I sighed as I climbed off of him and the bed, then turned to face Dr. D. “Well,” I started, clearing my throat. “That was eventful.”
Dr. D just smiled and then nodded, before leaving the room with a grin on his face. What was his problem?
I walked out of the room myself after glancing at Ghoul one last time, and then made my way into the radio room. “What’s up with you, D?” I asked, leaning on the door frame slightly. He chuckled a little and just shook his head in response, and I just shrugged. “Alright... Well, I’m heading down to the store to pick up some stuff. Kid’s coming too, I think.”
“Okay. Just keep a curious look-out on the way to Zone 5. Apparently some Killjoys have run into Korse only yesterday.” He replied, getting ready for his daily broadcast. I just nodded and turned to walk towards the main door as he switched on his radio and transmitter.
“Hey, you’re back.” Kid greeted me as I walked outside, and I smiled as Jet and Pony lifted their hands to say hi.
“You ready?” I asked, assuming that he had already asked Jet to keep watch.
“Sure. See you later guys! Don’t have too much fun without me!” He joked, and I rolled my eyes, clearing my throat for the second time today. He just rolled his eyes back at me and laughed, correcting the mistake that I had pointed out.
“Alright; don’t have too much fun without [b]us[/b].” He sighed, shooting a side-wards glance at me. I chuckled and climbed into the Trans Am with Kid following seconds after.[/i]
[b][u]Party Poison’s POV[/u][/b]
I smiled once again at my little flashback, when something suddenly snapped me out of my little day dreaming state. [i]‘Hmm... Probably just a gust of wind...’[/i] I thought to myself, leaning back in my chair to stretch my tired muscles. I had been sitting in this chair now for about 3 hours straight; the feeling is just as bad as a whole day’s car journey, if you want to think of it like that. But wait... There it was again.
[i]The soft little noise made its self clear again.[/i]
I looked around the room hoping to find that the windows or door was open, but they were all shut. I was about to walk over to the window to make sure a draft wasn’t coming through, when suddenly something caught my eye.
It was what we’ve all been waiting for; for two weeks or so... [i]What I’ve been waiting for.[/i]
I could feel my pulse speed up a little as I turned to the motionless figure sprawled out on the white – though blood-stained – bed, and I almost shook my head in disbelief when one of his pale hands twitched a little and he let out a hoarse sigh. I hesitantly moved my hand to take his in mine, and the coldness of it shocked me a little as I gripped it slightly.
“Ghoul?” I asked as he flinched at my touch. He moaned ever so slightly to let me know that he could hear me, and I could feel tears brim my eyes as I smiled widely. “Ghoul, it’s me, Party Poison.” I whispered a little, and I could slowly feel his hand take a more firm grip on my own. His fingers looked small and bony compared to mine, and when I let my fingers intertwine with his I couldn’t help but think that they fitted perfectly. I then suddenly remembered what Dr. D had told me to do when he had started to wake up, so I quickly decided to do that before he had opened his eyes.
“I’ll be right back, I promise.” I said to him softly, but loud enough for him to clearly hear me. I slowly released my grip on his hand, and I could have sworn I saw him frown for a second or two. I then quickly ran into Dr. D’s radio room, tripping over things like chair and table legs, empty Power Pup cans and God knows what other crap that made up the mess on the wooden floor.
[b][u]Fun Ghoul’s POV[/u][/b]
[i]I could feel him; I was so close to gaining the strength I needed to open my eyes.
“Ghoul, it’s me, Party Poison.”[/i]
I wanted to open them now... I wanted to look Party in the face and even cry because I hadn’t seen him in what felt like [i]ages[/i]. So instead, I pretended to have my own little conversation with him in my mind... What can I say? I’m desperate to talk to him right now, but my voice doesn’t seem to agree with me.
[i]I know it’s you; who else would it be?[/i] I thought to myself, picturing him smiling at my unheard comment. [i]I... Actually wanted to... Uh, ask you something...[/i] I continued thinking to myself; wow, this is hard... Even in my mind! Suddenly I heard him speak again, but it wasn’t the best thing to hear...
[i]“I’ll be right back, I promise.”[/i]
At that moment I swear my already broken heart had just torn into two; breaking the stitches that I thought would heal it forever, leaving me in such a state that my mind becomes a blur; I can’t feel him anymore, and I feel lost in this 6 sense darkness...
[i]He always leaves whenever I want to spend time with him...[/i]
I could feel something wet stain my face, and I take in a couple of harsh breaths to try and calm my aching body; [i]...In...Out...In...Out...[/i]
I’m starting to feel like I have a strong fear of this large space... Agoraphobia, I think it’s called...
I [i]need[/i] his hand back in mine; I [i]need[/i] him to guide me through this darkness and into the light that I once hated, but now [i]craved.[/i]
I could feel myself panic a little more as nothing could be heard.
Nothing could be felt; only my body ached and nobody was there to help me.
Nothing could be seen; only darkness which nobody was there to take away and replace with light.
Nothing could be tasted; other than the tears that flowed freely down my face and into the chapped corners of my mouth, which nobody was there to stop.
Nothing could be smelt; only the smell of my own fear and panic filled my nostrils, which nobody was there to help me through this.
Nothing or no-one in the room could be sensed by my now shaking figure; only death itself lurked over me.
[i]And he was laughing at me; laughing at the pain I was in; laughing at how lost I was; laughing because I had [b]no way out.[/b][/i]
Suddenly 4 of my senses changed, as did I;
I could now hear small whimper sounds erupting from my throat as the fear grew more and more inside of me...
I could now feel my sweaty hands reach up to something soft that rested at the top of my head; pulling at the small and greasy strands that so desperately needed washing...
I could now taste another liquid swirl around my mouth as I felt my teeth punch small bite marks into my burning lip...
I could now smell something hot; was it my temperature, or the sweat that dripped and stuck to my body...?
But still; I could see nothing...
[i]And he was still laughing at me.[/i]
I gripped at my hair more and more – not even caring if I happened to rip them out from the thin skin that rested over my skull; I just wanted to get out of here.
[i]Please...
[b]I need help...[/b][/i]
[i]Tick... Tock... Tick... Tock...[/i]
The noises that came from the clock in the room I was being held in burnt into my mind as my vision remained black, and I sighed.
...Wait...
[i]I sighed. I heard the clock. I was alive?[/i]
I suddenly felt my heart beat against my chest rapidly as something; no, [i]somebody[/i] took my hand and squeezed it a little, making me flinch.
[i]“Ghoul?”[/i]
[b][u]Party Poison’s POV[/u][/b]
It had been almost two weeks since Ghoul had first moved. I sat in the medical room every day since then for at least 12 hours each day, and I only left Ghoul when I went to sleep myself, get some food or make sure the Diner was safe from Dracs. Things were difficult for all of us during those days, but to be honest, it was most difficult for me.
Ghoul had had at least 10 times having trouble breathing throughout the first week, and 3 of those resulted in him not breathing at all for about 5 minutes, which really felt like hours.
He also had bad nightmares; if you want to call them that.
He tossed and turned whilst yelling and screaming, but he never actually [i]said[/i] anything, so nobody could figure out what was happening. You wouldn’t believe how much many of us panicked when it first happened; although I guess I should probably admit that it mostly me who really panicked...
[i][b][u]~ Party Poison’s POV, 1 week ago and 2 days after Ghoul moved ~[/u][/b]
“Hey, Kid?” I asked, walking outside to join him as he kept a look out for any Dracs or even Korse.
“What’s up bro?” He replied, turning to face me and placing his gun in his pocket that hung from his waist.
“Dr. D said he needs some more Power Pup, I was just about to head down to the store in Zone 5. Do you want to come?” I explained, walking over to the Trans Am which we had cleaned yesterday. Mud was still visible over the white colour, but it wasn’t [b]that[/b] noticeable... I guess.
“Hmm... Sure. But I’m going to have to tell Jet so he can-” He started, but we both jumped when someone screamed from the inside of the Diner. “Who the fuck is screaming?!” Kid shouted over the noise, covering his ears. I was also covering my ears as the screaming continued, and I shook my head.
“I don’t know!” I exclaimed, “I’ll go check!”
I kept my ears covered as I ran inside, and I ran into Jet and Pony coming out of Dr. D’s radio room. They also had their hands on their heads, and I shot a questioning glance at them. They both replied at that same time, which made it a lot easier to hear, even though the screaming kept getting louder and louder.
“It’s Ghoul!!” They shouted, and my eyes widened a little before I ran into the medical room. I was greeted by Ghoul throwing himself around on the bed, and Dr. D was trying his best to keep him still.
“What’s wrong with him?!” I shouted louder than before; now removing my hands from my ears and attempting to help Dr. D.
“It looks like he’s having a nightmare or something!” Dr. D replied, “We need to keep him still before he hurts himself or before one of the needles comes out!” I cringed at the word ‘needles’, but I refused to be a coward and let Ghoul suffer with Dr. D struggling.
After endless minutes of Ghoul refusing to calm down, I knew it was useless to hold him down from just one side. “I have an idea!” I started, before getting onto the bed and holding Ghoul’s wrists above his head. Once his arms couldn’t move anymore I swung one of my legs over his body so I had one on each side, and this eventually stopped most of his body moving. There were only his legs to stop now, so Dr. D wheeled his way over to them and tried his best to hold them down as I tried to get Ghoul to listen to me.
“Ghoul!! It’s okay!” I exclaimed, still on top of him with his wrists in my hands. He seemed to calm down a little – well, does he really have a choice when his whole body is being held down? – so I tried speaking a little calmer to him. Could he really hear me?
“Ghoul, c’mon, calm down, it’s just a nightmare,” I explained a little closer to his ear so he could maybe hear me a little clearer. To both mine and Dr. D’s surprise, he stopped screaming and moving completely, and the only noises to come out of him were his rough breaths as a couple of tears fell down his cheeks. I hushed him quietly as I softly wiped the tears from his face, and he quickly returned to his normal sleeping state. I sighed as I climbed off of him and the bed, then turned to face Dr. D. “Well,” I started, clearing my throat. “That was eventful.”
Dr. D just smiled and then nodded, before leaving the room with a grin on his face. What was his problem?
I walked out of the room myself after glancing at Ghoul one last time, and then made my way into the radio room. “What’s up with you, D?” I asked, leaning on the door frame slightly. He chuckled a little and just shook his head in response, and I just shrugged. “Alright... Well, I’m heading down to the store to pick up some stuff. Kid’s coming too, I think.”
“Okay. Just keep a curious look-out on the way to Zone 5. Apparently some Killjoys have run into Korse only yesterday.” He replied, getting ready for his daily broadcast. I just nodded and turned to walk towards the main door as he switched on his radio and transmitter.
“Hey, you’re back.” Kid greeted me as I walked outside, and I smiled as Jet and Pony lifted their hands to say hi.
“You ready?” I asked, assuming that he had already asked Jet to keep watch.
“Sure. See you later guys! Don’t have too much fun without me!” He joked, and I rolled my eyes, clearing my throat for the second time today. He just rolled his eyes back at me and laughed, correcting the mistake that I had pointed out.
“Alright; don’t have too much fun without [b]us[/b].” He sighed, shooting a side-wards glance at me. I chuckled and climbed into the Trans Am with Kid following seconds after.[/i]
[b][u]Party Poison’s POV[/u][/b]
I smiled once again at my little flashback, when something suddenly snapped me out of my little day dreaming state. [i]‘Hmm... Probably just a gust of wind...’[/i] I thought to myself, leaning back in my chair to stretch my tired muscles. I had been sitting in this chair now for about 3 hours straight; the feeling is just as bad as a whole day’s car journey, if you want to think of it like that. But wait... There it was again.
[i]The soft little noise made its self clear again.[/i]
I looked around the room hoping to find that the windows or door was open, but they were all shut. I was about to walk over to the window to make sure a draft wasn’t coming through, when suddenly something caught my eye.
It was what we’ve all been waiting for; for two weeks or so... [i]What I’ve been waiting for.[/i]
I could feel my pulse speed up a little as I turned to the motionless figure sprawled out on the white – though blood-stained – bed, and I almost shook my head in disbelief when one of his pale hands twitched a little and he let out a hoarse sigh. I hesitantly moved my hand to take his in mine, and the coldness of it shocked me a little as I gripped it slightly.
“Ghoul?” I asked as he flinched at my touch. He moaned ever so slightly to let me know that he could hear me, and I could feel tears brim my eyes as I smiled widely. “Ghoul, it’s me, Party Poison.” I whispered a little, and I could slowly feel his hand take a more firm grip on my own. His fingers looked small and bony compared to mine, and when I let my fingers intertwine with his I couldn’t help but think that they fitted perfectly. I then suddenly remembered what Dr. D had told me to do when he had started to wake up, so I quickly decided to do that before he had opened his eyes.
“I’ll be right back, I promise.” I said to him softly, but loud enough for him to clearly hear me. I slowly released my grip on his hand, and I could have sworn I saw him frown for a second or two. I then quickly ran into Dr. D’s radio room, tripping over things like chair and table legs, empty Power Pup cans and God knows what other crap that made up the mess on the wooden floor.
[b][u]Fun Ghoul’s POV[/u][/b]
[i]I could feel him; I was so close to gaining the strength I needed to open my eyes.
“Ghoul, it’s me, Party Poison.”[/i]
I wanted to open them now... I wanted to look Party in the face and even cry because I hadn’t seen him in what felt like [i]ages[/i]. So instead, I pretended to have my own little conversation with him in my mind... What can I say? I’m desperate to talk to him right now, but my voice doesn’t seem to agree with me.
[i]I know it’s you; who else would it be?[/i] I thought to myself, picturing him smiling at my unheard comment. [i]I... Actually wanted to... Uh, ask you something...[/i] I continued thinking to myself; wow, this is hard... Even in my mind! Suddenly I heard him speak again, but it wasn’t the best thing to hear...
[i]“I’ll be right back, I promise.”[/i]
At that moment I swear my already broken heart had just torn into two; breaking the stitches that I thought would heal it forever, leaving me in such a state that my mind becomes a blur; I can’t feel him anymore, and I feel lost in this 6 sense darkness...
[i]He always leaves whenever I want to spend time with him...[/i]
I could feel something wet stain my face, and I take in a couple of harsh breaths to try and calm my aching body; [i]...In...Out...In...Out...[/i]
I’m starting to feel like I have a strong fear of this large space... Agoraphobia, I think it’s called...
I [i]need[/i] his hand back in mine; I [i]need[/i] him to guide me through this darkness and into the light that I once hated, but now [i]craved.[/i]
I could feel myself panic a little more as nothing could be heard.
Nothing could be felt; only my body ached and nobody was there to help me.
Nothing could be seen; only darkness which nobody was there to take away and replace with light.
Nothing could be tasted; other than the tears that flowed freely down my face and into the chapped corners of my mouth, which nobody was there to stop.
Nothing could be smelt; only the smell of my own fear and panic filled my nostrils, which nobody was there to help me through this.
Nothing or no-one in the room could be sensed by my now shaking figure; only death itself lurked over me.
[i]And he was laughing at me; laughing at the pain I was in; laughing at how lost I was; laughing because I had [b]no way out.[/b][/i]
Suddenly 4 of my senses changed, as did I;
I could now hear small whimper sounds erupting from my throat as the fear grew more and more inside of me...
I could now feel my sweaty hands reach up to something soft that rested at the top of my head; pulling at the small and greasy strands that so desperately needed washing...
I could now taste another liquid swirl around my mouth as I felt my teeth punch small bite marks into my burning lip...
I could now smell something hot; was it my temperature, or the sweat that dripped and stuck to my body...?
But still; I could see nothing...
[i]And he was still laughing at me.[/i]
I gripped at my hair more and more – not even caring if I happened to rip them out from the thin skin that rested over my skull; I just wanted to get out of here.
[i]Please...
[b]I need help...[/b][/i]
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9/22/14