Kim’s Earth: Poppy: Waking Up

[k_a_webb]

Trigger warning: death.

It felt like morning, but as Poppy opened her eyes, which seemed harder than it had ever been before, she realised it was probably closer to sunset. To begin with she didn’t move, wanting to remember what had happened to make her sleep in so late. Her memory was just as sluggish as her body, so it took her some time to connect the way she was feeling with the injection she’d been given. With that one thought everything came sweeping back, from the moment she’d had the injection to the time she’d finally given up, believing that she was going to die. Breathing deeply she forced away the sudden terror that hit her, trying to sit up.

Sitting up was just as hard as opening her eyes. Eventually Poppy did manage it, feeling like she had been in the same spot for days, and searched with one hand for her phone. It wasn’t a surprise to find that it was dead, but it was annoying. Running her other hand through her hair, wincing when she felt the grease, she did her best to move her body into a standing position. Her body wasn’t happy about it, although it did eventually do what she wanted it to.

Every part of her felt stiff and unused. Poppy plugged in her charger before realising none of her electronics were showing their normal lights. The terror she’d managed to force away returned full force, before growing when she realised the house was silent. Wrapping her arms around herself she tried not to think about what it might mean, as she tried to push her body into moving so she could check on her family, hearing the words spoken by numerous newsreaders about the possible side effects of the injection. Death had been one of them, but it had seemed so unlikely.

Getting to her parent’s room took longer than Poppy wanted it to. When she finally got there the room was quiet and she hoped that meant that neither of them was in there, even though she knew it was more likely that they were both dead. Falling asleep that last time she felt certain she was going to die. She didn’t know why she’d woken up, why she hadn’t died, but she had and that was something she was going to have to deal with. Stepping closer to the bed she listened out for any sound of breathing.

The lack of breathing told Poppy all she needed to know, but she checked for a pulse just in case she was wrong. A tear trickled down her cheek when she realised her mum… she shook her head, unable to think the word again, with the knowledge that she would never see her mum again. Wiping the tear away she stepped around the bed, needing to check on her dad, even though she didn’t really want to. More tears trickled down her cheek as she pressed her fingers to his neck. Both her parents were dead, she could easily have joined them, and she knew the injection had changed the world.

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.

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[natalief.livejournal.com]

Oooooo intrigued!