30 June 2012
I was so tired. My head was swirling, my thoughts blurred. It wasn't normal for smoke to be creeping under the door, but I couldn't work out why. What was it that caused smoke again?
I slowly sat up, pulling away from Lewis and knelt, gazing thoughtfully at the intricate pattern that was constantly swirling to form a new design. A distant warning bell was going off somewhere in my head, but I wasn't sure why. The grey swirls were getting closer as more seeped in, thicker, mixing dark and light colours together. I reached out with my hand to touch it. My mind was becoming foggier, the closer it came. As I moved my hands the pattern changed, pooling, rising, falling, spinning, swirling, swooping. I felt a grin form on my face. What was I doing? The alarm bells were getting louder now, more clear. Something was wrong, but I just couldn't work it out.
The smoke was surrounding me now, working it's way into my nostrils. I stood up and shimmied my hips. As I moved the smoke danced, clinging onto my body and clothes. I lifted my arms in the air and spun myself around, the greyness teasing me as it rose up to caress my face. I wanted Lewis to join me, to feel the light hearted pleasure of freeness. I turned to face where he had been lying and could no longer see him. I tuted and cursed the smoke, but it refused to clear. I got down onto my hands and knees and crawled to him.
"hey, Lewis, wake up. Come have some fun, dance with me in this prettiness!" I shook his shoulders and listened to him taking raspy breaths. He moaned slightly and began to cough, spluttering, his eyes flew open!
"Abby! What's happening? What are you doing?!" he choked out. I giggled, he was cute when he worried.
"dancing! Look, were free again! Dance with me!" I laughed.
"Abby! No!! Come on you're not thinking straight" he coughed again, before pulling his shirt over his shoulders. He tore it into strips and wrapped some around my face covering my nose and mouth.
"no, Lewis! What are you doing? You're ruining all the fun!" I moaned like a five year old child.
He wrapped another strip of his shirt covering his own nose and mouth before grabbing my hand and dragging me along. I resisted his strength. I wanted to dance and play!
"Abby. Stop it. We need to get to Florence and Jack." I giggled again.
"yes sir! Sorry sir!" I burst out laughing, making a salute to Lewis.
We came to an abrupt stop and I heard more people choking. Why were we all lying on the floor for? I watched Lewis wrap more of his shirt around two other peoples faces and help them to stand. I remained sitting on the floor.
"Abby, get up." Lewis' voice was all muffled now. It sounded funny.
"I like it down here" I replied stubbornly closing my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest.
Suddenly I was rising up off the floor, shocked I kicked out my legs, before I felt the ground beneath my feet. Lewis had picked me up. I sighed.
"what's wrong with her?" I heard a females voice ask
"me? There's nothing wrong with me? Well actually there's a lot wrong with me, but right now I'm fine! LOOK! I'm so happy! Dance with me!" I cried out excitedly.
"she's inhaled a lot of smoke, and has a lack of sleep, I think it's just scrambled her brain a bit, although I think she'll recover when we get out of here." I heard Lewis speak. They were all going distant now. I was spinning around again, it felt so good!
I was halted suddenly by a firm grip around my waist. I nearly toppled over, but the arm pulled me in. Another giggle escaped my mouth as I wrapped my arms around the strong solidness of Lewis. At least I thought it was Lewis, I can't really see anymore. My knees were growing weak and getting wobbly. It was a funny feeling and I felt myself relaxing. The grip around my waist tightened to stop me slipping away. I felt very light, like a feather being carried on the wind.
"we need to get out of here. We're loosing her fast." an assertive voice came from somewhere. I wasn't really sure where, but that was okay, I was floating away.
I flew into the air rapidly and fell down, landing on something hard like a rock. A tall rock. It was only my stomach and chest that were on it really, my head and arms dangled all floppy, and my legs hung motionless the other side. Oh, wait, I was on someone's shoulder! The strong arm fixed across my legs to hold me in place. Well then.
"maybe we can pick the lock?" a young female voice now.
"with what?" a third voice that I knew from somewhere...
"Abby has hair grips in her ponytail, look" I felt a brief sharp pain jolt through my head and then there were lots of clanky sounds.
"almost, nearly got it," came the female voice again.
"let me try"
"just be quick," that was Lewis.
"GOT IT! Why didn't we thing of this sooner?" we were moving now, forwards, I could feel myself swaying gently at first, gradually turning more into rough jolts. Now I was grateful for the supporting arm across the back of my thighs.
"Ah hell. Which way do we go?" the voice I couldn't put a face to again. we came to a stop, I was beginning to feel very hot. I wonder if anyone else does too...?
"go right, I don't know why but that looks like the least smoke is coming from there" we were moving again, when I felt my body become rigid.
"Stop!" I cried out, sure I had just heard another voice.
"what is it?" Lewis.
"listen!" I whispered harshly, my mind was beginning to clear.
A small vulnerable voice came from somewhere near to us.
"help"
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