x-posted from tinylies.org
Excerpt from “Pain”:
“Put your hands on him. One on his face – anywhere on his face, that’s fine – and one on his heart.”
Bella did as she was instructed, gently placing one hand directly in the middle of the boy’s sweat-slicked face and the other on his desperate, rabbit heart.
She looked helplessly at Olive, unsure what to do next.
“Concentrate,” Olive said, lowering herself onto a chair across from the bed. “Think of the Pain gathering inside of him, under your hands. Concentrate on absorbing it.”
She imagined the Pain, hot white with rotten, purple-black veins, pooling beneath the skin where her hands rested.
It filled her hands. Hot, burning hot. It spread up into her arms, travelling fast, expanding in her chest like a balloon filled with razors and broken glass. Overfilling, ready to burst. .
It hurt like hell.