Shell Shock

Summery: I am drowning in a pool of hazy mist that coats a darkness over my eyes. A constant fog surrounds me. I feel as if I am hearing, seeing, speaking, all underwater. Somewhere submerged deep inside me something is screaming, hysterically crying, breaking, but it is so far down that I hardly notice. It is ever present, a nuisance to my hazy reality that annoys like a persistent gnat. Disturbing images plague my mind and memory, taunting in there familiarity... So I sleep.

----Prison----

I was back home.

I was sitting on the floor of our igloo. There were no furs to sit on. I didn't know what had happened to them. In fact the whole igloo was empty and bare.

I didn't mind much. I was content to be home.

The igloo door flap had a hole torn into it at the top. Sometimes it would be blown to the side and I could feel the cool breeze from outside. Other times someone would open the door flap and leave food for me. Mostly a hard crusty bread that I gnawed on and a cup of stale water. The water was warm but it was wet and felt good on my dry throat. I mostly slept even though the floor was hard and cold without pelts.

I never tried to leave, I liked being home.

-

As this story progresses more will become apparent. Remember that this is in Katara's POV and the title should help shed some light on the actual situation she is in.