[DISCONTINUED] Making It Out Alive

Chapter 17 - Aubbie

Everything felt so strange.

I’d never considered much that maybe I would die here. Well, no, I had, but I’d done well not thinking about it. I thought everything would be ok. How could it not be? I had a friend, a really good friend, who I thought kept me safe. Like as long as she was with me, I couldn’t be hurt.

I guess I was wrong.

We heard the vent, we heard that horrible inhuman screech, and next thing I knew, Caylee was gone and something had pierced through me.

I wasn’t fast enough…

At first it hurt, like a burning pain all throughout my back. The blade in my back twisted, causing the pain to be stronger in the place of my actual wound. Once the blade, or whatever it was, was withdrawn, my pain became an unbearable, aching… the only way I can describe it is “sore”.

Like, imagine the sore thighs or arms you might get after working out. That, but 1000 times worse, and in my back, as a result of a stab wound.

Now my life started “flashing before my eyes”, like they say in movies. It wasn’t like that. I didn’t see my whole life play out, I just started thinking about good memories. Even good memories here, with friends, limited as those good memories were.

It helped me relax a little.

Obviously I was scared. I was alone, bleeding out, and in immense pain. But… just a moment, a single second of a good memory calmed me slightly.

Is this really where it’s going to end? With a few good memories, alone, and in space? Will they just eject my body out into space and never get a proper funeral, or goodbye?

Well that’s not very fair…

What was the point in spending all this time working towards something, towards this stupid job, if it kills me and there’s no one to say goodbye to me?

That’s when I heard Caylee’s voice. If I were really conscious enough, I would’ve smiled.

She’ll say goodbye… she’ll come back for me…

Dying wouldn’t be as terrible if I knew one person would care.

Ok, stop thinking like that, Aubbie, you can’t die! Not here! Everything is gonna be just fine! Like always! Just fine. Just… oh god it hurts…

I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders, propping me up. I didn’t have enough conscience to care who it was or what they wanted with me.

Then it stopped.

I stopped feeling. I wasn’t dead… but I wasn’t really alive either. I was unconscious. I could still hear… something. I think it was voices. I didn’t know who they belonged to. Maybe Caylee, maybe Calypso, maybe Ocean, or the person- no, creature, that had stabbed me, or maybe the voices of all the other people here who had died, welcoming me into a peaceful afterlife.

But it wouldn’t be very peaceful if I had to watch as someone killed everyone else…

If only I had seen who did this to me… then, if I lived, we could’ve had them thrown out. And everything would’ve been ok.

I’m saying that an awful lot, huh? “Everything will be ok”? I liked to believe that. Or try to believe it. Made me feel better. Gave me hope. But why have hope now? Who could somehow fix the wound in my back? And what would it matter if they did?

I couldn’t help anything. But… if I died… everyone else was at a higher risk. And again, I don’t want to die.

Still voices. I felt my body move, but I almost felt like I was experiencing it through something else. Like I was watching, and somehow still feeling. in my own little headspace, feeling but not feeling.

What is feeling? Or thinking? Do my thoughts make sense? Have any of my thoughts since getting stabbed? Did any of my thoughts make sense before? Who did this to my thoughts and feelings? Me, or the impostor? Impostor? What impostor? Who are they? Why did I trust them?

Voices voices voices…

It’s blending. All blending…

Think, for one second think.

Blending, clearing, blending, blending, no thoughts, no feelings, empty, blank space, wait!

That sound… that inhuman sound was a familiar tone, voice wise.

Voices, I knew that voice. However vague and strange.

Wait… I know who stabbed me!

It’s-