“NaNoWriMo 2020 Pt. 14”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

Additional note: In honour of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), all 30 stories written in the month of November will (hopefully) create a single multi-part story that will reach its conclusion by the end of the month. Stay tuned for a new story part every day!

Read the compiled NaNoWriMo TTtW story here!

Prompt: “Write a story from the perspective of something that makes your body sick.” — prompt suggested by Mary

MASON’S POV

I let out a loud groan. Nope, this isn’t to be a fun day, I can already tell.

I also didn’t mean to fall asleep halfway through the day, so that’s fun too. Okay, so I’m not in the greatest of moods right now, but I’ve always been an optimist, so I’ll just go with: There’s nowhere to go but up!

Yeah, even I’m starting to doubt that. I’m annoyed that I fell asleep yesterday and that I still haven’t found Skye. For some reason, I’m also annoyed at my brother. Does it make sense to be annoyed at someone for being dead? No. But I still am.

Still, even with all this annoyance built up in me today, I force myself to my feet and continue my trek across the rocks. Apparently, my body has decided to keep trying to find Skye rather than heading back to water.

I don’t know how long I walk, but I’m fairly certain I made a wrong turn at some point or forgot to actually make a turn, because there’s just more rocks in front of me. Just rocks. That’s literally it.

“I think you’re going to wrong way,” Garrett says casually, sauntering beside me.

“I’ll well aware,” I hiss. “I am looking for your girlfriend, you know.”

“Yes, thank you,” Garrett says. “Now, are you going to stop and think about where you’re going?”

“No,” I snap. “Leave me alone.”

Garrett falls silent but still kicks at the rocks every once in a while.

Eventually, I stop. “Okay, fine, what do you suggest I do?”

He shrugs. “If you don’t know then how should I know?”

“Good point,” I mutter, dropping my bag with a sigh. It falls open when it hits the ground and my water bottle tumbles out.

Garett picks it up and tosses it in his hands. “You’ve still got tons of water in here,” he says. “What were you complaining about?”

I frown and snatch it out of his hands. “No I don’t. It’s…”

I twist open the cap and peer inside.

“… full.”

I look up at Garrett questioningly, but he’s gone.

I take a big gulp of water and am immediately hit with a wave of nausea. Suddenly, I remember why I wasn’t drinking this water.

As I hit the ground, the last thing I think about is how much better dehydration felt than what the aftermath of this toxic liquid is going to be.

Final Comments: I had a really hard time incorporating this prompt into the story today…

Overall Rating: 😬