When I felt like barfing, I landed with a thud on hard surface with my face in the dirt. I spat out a few leaves, ground and twigs out of my mouth. My chin ached and when I touched it, my fingers were covered blood, but not so much that I needed a transfusion. My stomach was still turning and I crawled on all fours to the nearest tree and threw up. “Chas,” My mother’s warm hand touched my back and took my hair out of the way so it wouldn’t get drenched with vomit. “Please tell me this is a dream and you’re waking me up to go to school.” I pleaded, ignoring the horrible swirling in the gut of my stomach. “I wish it was that easy, honey. We’re safe for now, but they’ll come again.” I opened my eyes as I smelled something horribly sweet like chocolate. “Here, eat this. It helps with the after effects.” It was dark, almost black. “What is it?” “A piece of pure chocolate, the kind you’ve never had before.” I took a small piece and bit hard. It was sweet and bitter at the same time, but she was right about the effect rushing from my body.
