Shell Shock
Leaving
Summary: I am drowning in a pool of hazy mist that coats a darkness over my eyes. A constant fog surrounds me. I feel as if I am hearing, seeing, speaking, all underwater. Somewhere submerged deep inside me something is screaming, hysterically crying, breaking, but it is so far down that I hardly notice. It is ever present, a nuisance to my hazy reality that annoys like a persistent gnat. Disturbing images plague my mind and memory, taunting in their familiarity... So I sleep.
----Leaving----
Sokka was being pig-headed again. He was making a right pest of himself. Didn't he understand that I didn't want to go fishing? I wanted to stay in the igloo and sleep, the floor didn't seem as hard now even though there were still no pelts to lay on.
“Let go of me, I don't want to go with you”. He kept dragging me behind him toward the door flap. I told him again, “Sokka let go of me, I want to stay here.”
The grip on my arm faltered and I stumbled back onto my rear on the ground.
I looked back up at his confused face and promised, “I'll go fishing with you another time”.
With an outraged squeak I was suddenly picked off the floor and swung over his shoulder. I laughed and pounded on his back as he carried me. He didn't laughed with me. His hair smelled like smoke and ash.
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Please keep in mind my dear readers that nothing is how it seems. Did you guys pick up on some of the clues I left? Or is it too vague. Let me know what you think!