The Butterfly Girl: A Star is Born

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[Sophia]

I wasn't able to get up for a while. My face stung, my arms were sore and heavy, and my chest had a strange burning sensation. I turned my face away from the dirt and began to cough. The wind had been knocked out of me and I struggled to find my breathing pattern. Until I heard footsteps coming toward me.

"Sophie! Sophie!"

I was... somewhat relived to hear their voices.

"Sophie, are you okay?"

"Are you alright Sophie?" they both pulled me up by the arms and helped me stand on my feet.

"Y-yeah... yeah I'm okay. I'm okay." I sputtered. I could tell they both noticed the large scratch across my face, even though my head was tilted down. And I bet they weren't totally convinced that I was okay.

"Are... are- wh-what about..." I stuttered and coughed more.

"It's okay, we're not hurt." they said. I was relieved to hear that. But I was mostly still trying to process what happened.

What had just happened?

Of course, when something such as this happens, it takes me a long time to process it. It's difficult for me to process information that's... difficult for me to understand. Like...90's computer slow. I just try to roll with whatever I have and hope I can make things right. If it sticks long enough...

My face begins to burn from the scratch and it was beginning to bleed. And I didn't even notice the other wound on my leg that also looked pretty roughed up. But I felt most of the pain in my face and chest. I hit it pretty hard when I fell.

The Twins still asked if I was okay, and I assured them that I was alright. No major wounds, no internal damage. I'll live. But I was still out of breath so it was difficult for me to form neat sentences. And they were obviously out of breath from providing that distraction back there. They were actually surprised that my plan had worked.

Well..... I guess it... hadn't, exactly.

I... don't really recall the details after the Twins pulled me back up. Or at least, I don't remember much of anything. All I could process was... Apollo was gone.

He was gone. And I think after some time, the Twins insisted that we go back to the tree house and think of a new plan. And I agreed with them. Mostly because I was tired and in pain and I just wanted to sit down for a while.

I just have to sit down for a minute.

As we made our way back, the burning sensation in my face and chest was starting to hurt a little more. I don't usually feel this kind of pain until much later when I get hurt like this. It's weird.

I didn't say anything the whole way back. Nor did I notice the thin trail of blood trickling from the cut across my face. The skirt that I was still wearing wasn't sticking to me anymore, except from my leg from where the blood was starting to stick to. It became annoying after a while. And only then did I notice that my leg had been scratched.

Once we got halfway back, the Twins looked at their own wounds and asked me if they looked serious. Their arms and legs had a few bruises and bumps, and there were a few light scratches. Not bleeding, but they said it hurt. And I assured them that they'd be just fine. But that was all I said to them. And I couldn't help but feel that they knew that I wasn't exactly alright. I've assured them before many times that I can handle injuries like these and I can go on for the rest of the day just fine. But I really couldn't shake the feeling that they were obviously worried.

I just wanted to go home and sit down for a bit.