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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 30, 2009 10:20:16 GMT -5
It was late, the 6th year Hufflepuff lay in his bed, curled up on his side he rested what felt for thirty minutes, in reality it had been three hours. The time was 3 am. His eyes sprung open, his body wanted to quickly move to sitting position,but he didn't. He dared not wake his housemates. Though he couldn't seem to stay asleep didn't mean he had to take away their sleep. He lay there in a cold sweat, a nightmare of sorts, so he guessed. Probablya panic attack. His body felt sore, it felt like an elephant had sat on his head and someone pressed against his throat. He had laid in bed asleep, thinking he was awake, being sufficated by an invisible force. It took like what seemed hours to get himself to get out of his paralazed state. When he finally got up, forgetting to grab a shirt to throw on, he moved silently out of his room in just pj pants. He moved his hand through his hair, as he did so his hand brushed against his face and he could feel the difference in his skin on a normal day. It was cold and yet hot and clamy. He was a bit on guard now, thinking what had just happened really happened in prsent time, in actuallity it did happen, seeing he felt it all, but it was more like a panic attack of somesort. Whether it was a dream or not, didn't matter. What mattered was shaking the event off him and trying to get more sleep.
After closing the door as quietly as he could. He leaned against the wall right by the door and slid down. He felt weak and didn't feel like he could make it to the commons. HE closed his eye, but he didn't fall sleep, he couldn't fall asleep. It was at this time he wished he had brought a shirt or something to get the clammy.. cold /warm sweat from his skin.
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Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Jul 30, 2009 17:12:21 GMT -5
Kennie woke up, she had been doing that a lot that evening. She just wasn't sleeping very well. She assumed that she would pay dearly for this come the morning, but as for now, she had decided to get out of bed. She touched her toes lightly to the floor. The cold stone bit at her bare feet, but she didn't draw them back. Kennie tightened her ponytail as she got out of bed, then pulled down her nightdress. It was like all of the others, knee-length with spaghetti-straps and made from silk with lace trim at the top and bottom. This one was sapphire blue with lighter blue trim. Kennie yawned and made her way to the exit on tiptoe. When she left she saw Simon, her heart froze for a second.
Just by a single glance she could tell that something was terribly and dreadfully wrong with her friend. He just didn't seem right. Kennie closed the door quietly behind herself and ran lightly on the balls of her feet to Simon and knelt beside him, pale blue eyes holding nothing but concern for the boy. What had happened? Could he be ill? Kennie was quite frankly frightened at the moment. But she kept a calm composure. She would do anything for a friend, and right now, she could sense that Simon really needed her. "Simon?" Kennie whispered quietly, for once not calling him "Sarima" like she always did. "What happened? What is the matter?" |
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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 30, 2009 17:48:22 GMT -5
He just sat there blinking his eyes. They still felt a little heavy. He could hear Kennie's voice, but he didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say really. He didn't want the girl to worry about him, and at the same time he almost could have died. It had to be a mental thing, a panic attack. A very realistic panic attack. BUt panic attacks could kill you right? He didn't know what was going on. He wasn't sure if he should tell her. He still felt too weak. His throat hurt, his head still gaining relief of what felt like an elephant sitting on it. His legs felt stiff like forced into sleep mode. He closed his eyes once more and then opened them a couple of minutes later. He tried to clear his throat, it still hut, but atleast this time sound came out . "I don't know." He didn't know what had really just happened to be able to give a truthful answer. He also didn't know which was worse.. his normal dreams, which were like everyones nightmares, or his nightmares which were like slytherin's nightmares or what had just happened. "Why are you up?" He moved his head to look towards the beautiful hufflepuff. His deep breathing, had slowed down some now. His eyes moved towards across Kennedy's body till he was looking at the floor once more.
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Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Jul 30, 2009 18:00:19 GMT -5
Kennie bit her lip and furrowed her eyebrows at the same time, a telltale sign that she was concerned or distressed. Something didn't look quite right with her friend. She knew when something was wrong. She didn't always know what it was, or even how to fix it, but noticing a problem was easy, even the trivial things. Kennie lightly clasped her hands in her lap, Simon looked almost ill to her. Sure, she was a bit wary of catching it if it was something contagious, but not wary enough to move further away from her friend. If he was ill, she had probably been exposed to whatever it was several days, if not weeks, ago. Kennie was not worrying herself with that yet.
I don't know. Simon had told her. Well, how could one not know what was going on around them? Or more importantly, with them? Surely Simon was feeling symptoms of whatever was presently ailing him. Kennie was not going to let him alone until she had some answers and saw him safely to bed, or to the hospital wing if she deemed that it was needed for his health. Kennie was nervous for her friend, her eyes traveled across him, nothing appeared to be physically wrong, but it wasn't all well either. "Don't you go changing the subject," Kennie said sternly. "Are you feeling all right? Does anything hurt?" She didn't like to see her friends in pain. |
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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 30, 2009 18:15:53 GMT -5
He sat there, exhailing through his mouth. his voice was low, but the uncofortable sound heard in his voice from before was now gone. " What is worse.. watching unforgiveable curses fly... or waking up in a gasp and being held down on your bed by nothing..." He just looked infront of him, he didn't close his eyes. He was afraid to fully close his eyes and leave them closed.
"It felt real, I kept trying to keep my eyes open.. Trying to move my head, but then something put it back and I couldn't move.. My head feels like an elephant sat on it.. my throat feels like a hand pressed against it.. I screamed.. but nothing came out.. Kennie I screamed ... I lid there i nmy bed for what seemed like an hour.. IT was only a half hour though. .I had woken up ten minutes before I went back to bed and then all that happened. .I Don't know what is going on.. I don't know what is real or not real anymore. It was too vivid.. too painful.. My legs feel like dead weight.. " His eyes moved across her face and then down to his own legs. " A half hour of fighting for breath..it hurts..I wouldn't want anyone to go through that.. Not that I wouldn't want anyone to go through any of my dreams.. but that... " He took a deep breath. He didn't explain the story to the T.. just the main details. Didn't explain that after he gasped from waking up from a dream, or so that's what he thought had happened.. The sandman paid a visit to him and dumpe the entire bag of sand on his eyes, extremely painful to try to keep open. He didn't explain a lot and he wasn't about to. He knew this would make her worried, but he had to say something, Kennie was one that would bug you until she got her answer.
" I hate night time... " They always said Kennie should be in slytherin atleast those around them said that. If they only kenw the things that went through his mind at night... they'd say the same thing about him.
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Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Jul 30, 2009 19:21:16 GMT -5
Kennie released her lip only when the salty taste of blood reached her tongue. It was an awful habit of hers, she had never felt the pain if she bit her lip too hard, she noticed it only if it started to bleed. Her suspicions that something was wrong with Simon were confirmed as he began to speak, explaining what had happened to him. Whatever this was, it didn't seem like an illness, but it certainly was not, by any definition, normal. Kennie wanted to cry for Simon, as he obviously was burdened by whatever was happening to him. She wished that she could take it away, have it be weight upon her shoulders instead of one of her only friends in the world.
But this could be serious, whatever it was. Kennie stood up quickly, which made her head throb uncomfortably as it always did, then held out a hand to help Simon up. She could barely feel her toes because the floor was so cold compared to her bed, but she hardly noticed the sensation. Simon needed help. That was all there was to it. "Come on, you ought to see the nurse," said Kennie, worry now showing through her voice. "And don't you dare be all cocky and say you don't need to. This could be serious." Simon was going to the hospital regardless of what he planned on doing. Kennie was set on getting him there, resistance was pretty much futile at this point. |
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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 30, 2009 19:31:33 GMT -5
He exhailed and looked towards Kennie as everything that came over him seemed to disappear. "It was just a panic attack.. the cause of it I don't know.." He honestly didn't feel like he needed the nurse. "it wasn't a curse.. it wasn't magic enduced. it just means my head is confused.. because theres too much going on.. though I don't understand why." He looked towards the blonde headed girl His eyes moved from hers to her lips. It was bleeding. He moved his hand towards her lip, taking a finger he placed it over the blood to try to stop the bleeding. After wards he looked around to where he coudl whip the blood , and decided to just place it in his mouth, sucking the blood off his finger. He stood up, "You should really stop making your lip bleed."
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Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Jul 30, 2009 23:25:04 GMT -5
Kennie's frown deepened, a panic attack? Those couldn't be a good thing, could they? She thought that they could have impact on the cardiac system. Still, she figured that it wold be safe for Simon to see Madame Pomfrey, just to be sure that the condition wasn't any more serious than what it already was. Perhaps Kennie might be getting a bit too involved, but she always did. She crossed her arms across her breasts, raising her eyebrows at Simon. Was he always this stubborn? It was a bit past three in the morning, her memory was failing her from lack of sleep that night. She was not going to give in that easily. Kennie jumped a bit as Simon lay a finger on her lip where she had made it bleed, then pulled a face of disgust when he licked the blood off. "Simon, that really isn't-" Kennie caught herself, he was not going to get her off topic. "Come on, you're going to the infirmary, even if I have to drag you there." |
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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 30, 2009 23:41:53 GMT -5
He stood a few inches away from the boys room. he could just walk back in there, but she could just follow. It was only when the boys tried to go in the girls quarters when the stairs would turn into a slide. "It's just blood.. hun.. didn't want to stan my pj bottoms.. would of havd to if you didn't keep making your lip bleed." He looked down towards himself and then back towards her. "Fine, i know you won't stop bugging me until we do.. can I atleast get a shirt?" He said softly so that he wouldn't wake any of the sleeping students. Simon knew Kennie was right, he probably should, but how to explain something so bizarre to a nurse without sounding foolish.
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Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Jul 30, 2009 23:57:57 GMT -5
Kennie's expression still remained stern, but inside she felt a bit triumphant. She had won this minor conflict. If only Simon would give in this easily on other topics. All of a sudden, she had a strange desire to tell Simon what Joey really saw in him. Kennie just knew that they were meant for one another. Somehow, it just stayed with her. She could see them being happy together. Sure, it made her feel like she was getting incessantly pushed to the side as to not interfere with their relationship (whatever it could be classified as at this point), but she wasn't bitter. Kennie knew that she really wasn't all that likable. "Fine, but I'm going in with you." said Kennie. She knew better than to let Simon go in alone, what if he collapsed? |
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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 31, 2009 0:10:38 GMT -5
"Fine.." He stated lowly. "but I am fine.." Everything was back to normal, no pain, no left over feelings from whatever had just happened. It really was like he couldn't breath for a half hour he tried to gasp for breath. But he had ot breath a little to last a half hour. He moved into the boys dorm and headed over to his bed. Taking out a shirt from his chest, he slipped it on, and grabbed some flip flops. He would wait till out in the commons to put the flip flops on. Walking out of the room, he placed his hand on Kennie's shoulder. "I'm only doing this.. cause your annoying" He joked of course. Kennie and him had a close relationship, closer than he knew anyway. It was weird how people picked their friends.. All three of them had slytherin qualities or issues, yes even the ravenclaw. Nightmares, attitude, etc.. They could all relate to each other. He didn't know what he'd do if someone took Kennie or Joey away from him.
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Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Jul 31, 2009 0:19:39 GMT -5
Kennie couldn't help but feel a bit self-satisfied as Simon submitted for a second time. Perhaps by now he had learned that she was far too ambitious to back down from her goals once her mind was set on them. This was a good thing. Maybe, just maybe, she and Simon were a bit closer than she realized. Kennie kept her arms folded as Simon grabbed a shirt and put it on. but not out of frustration this time, but she was a little cold in nothing but her not terribly covering nightdress. Silk wasn't the warmest material either. But Kennie wasn't about to leave Simon alone at the moment. "Well, it's better than me finding you in even worse condition in the morning," Kennie said with a smirk. "You do know that I insist is because you're worrying me." |
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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 31, 2009 0:25:01 GMT -5
"Which is why I refrain from telling you all of my dreams.. which one day I might have too.. before I go punch someone.. Gah would really love to punch someone." He closed his eyes trying to get that urge of punching someone out of his system. It wasn't out of anger, it was more like a happy feeling he'd get out of doing it. He took a deep breath as he tried to get his birth fathers traits that were handed to him out of his head. He wondered if he had a nice father, wasn't put into adoption, that his life owuld be different, he would be different. Would that mean he wouldn't have Kennie or Joey. No, he'd rather go through his entire life the same way knowing they were in his life then have no nightmares or aggressive tendancy.
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Post by Kennedy "Kennie" Bain on Jul 31, 2009 0:36:50 GMT -5
Kennie walked slowly beside Simon, not wanting him to feel that he had to work too hard to keep up with her. She walked quickly, it was just one of her traits, focused on where she was going, not paying much attention as to where she was placing her feet. It was hard for Kennie to go slowly and enjoy slow-paced movement. She had a feeling that she wouldn't enjoy being old very much. But perhaps enjoying going slowly was a trait that came with age, like wisdom and patience. Kennie wished that she had thought to put on slippers before leaving her dormitory, but she wasn't about to turn back now. If there was one thing that she hated more than going slowly, it was having to backtrack. "Please refrain from lashing out," said Kennie. "If you get too many more detentions I might have to replace your spot on the team." She added a wink at the end, not really being serious, but she still didn't like her friends being in trouble. |
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Post by Simon Sarima on Jul 31, 2009 0:42:19 GMT -5
He laughed. "You'd never do that.. I'm too good.." He joked as they walked the halls of hogwarts afer curfew. If a prefect caught them, they'd just tell them the truth. "Is she even there? I'd hate to wake her" He took a deep breath as he just realized something and quickly spoke in an authoritative tone. "Don't tell Joey.. " They both knew how joey might react to knowing that he barely could breath for a half hour. If he needed to tell anyone any of his dreams he'd tell Kennie, because Kennie might become concerned ..but would react better than Joey would.
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