Shell Shock
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Avatar - The Last Airbender › AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality › Het- Male/Female
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Avatar - The Last Airbender › AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality › Het- Male/Female
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,805
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fog
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.
----Fog----
There became a sort of routine that developed as the days came and went.
I would awaken and he would feed me. Then he would dress and leave while I stayed. Some days Gran Gran would come and bath me. The rest of the time I lounge in the pelts.
Somewhere between sleeping and waking I hover in a vague drowsy state for the rest of the day. It is murky and dark.
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.
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----Fog----
There became a sort of routine that developed as the days came and went.
I would awaken and he would feed me. Then he would dress and leave while I stayed. Some days Gran Gran would come and bath me. The rest of the time I lounge in the pelts.
Somewhere between sleeping and waking I hover in a vague drowsy state for the rest of the day. It is murky and dark.
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.
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Please review if you read