Gasping, I glared straight forward. The pain. The agonising pain that seared straight through my limbs and body was so immense; it took me to my weakened knees immediately. I gasped, clutching my neck in an attempt to force air out of my throat, to possibly release the pressure that had formed there quite suddenly. I coughed, spluttered, winced, and let my forehead rest upon the ground, with my elbows at either side of my temples. My mouth began to water excessively, making each fastening breath cause a splutter of salivation to spray into the air. Cramps began to seize my abdominal region, and take hold of my torso completely, as if someone was bashing a hammer into my guts repeatedly. Boom. Boom. Boom. I felt myself gag, the acidity of a searing liquid rise and falling from my gut, and burning as it slid back down my gullet in one of the slowest ways possible. The waves of violent expulsions became more frequent and intense; my body had no other route to take but to let it all out. Holding my jaw open with the upmost willpower that I could withhold, a warm shift of liquid spilled from my quivering mouth, and to the linoleum floor below me. My throat burned, eyes streamed as I managed to collect myself again, wiping the residue of acid-based vomit from my dry lips. Perhaps I was so selfish to think that anyone would come to help. To ensure my safety. My health. My well-being. Nobody came, not even the woodlouse perked interest at my scene. Nobody ever did come in this house, this shack of empty hallways and dust-caked corners. This structure, hollow like the lifeless veins of the deceased. Deprived of emotions, deprived of the art that is human nature, deprived of care, tenderness. Love.
