Someone was speaking but it sounded underwater. White noise and a strange rushing. Snapping and a quiet popping.
I opened my eyes and saw a painful bright light. I didn't know what it was. It looked a little familiar.
"Five more minutes." I wheezed through bruised lungs. It was almost beautiful, the bright white light in my vision. It was so beautiful I wasn't sad to die.
"MOVE! THAT'S MY GIRL, MOVE!" I heard a familiar voice shouting. Mr Buscarino crouched over me, cradling me in his arms. He stared anxiously into my eyes. His were brown eyes, the unrealest brown. Brown like the Andalusite crystal: soaked in poppy seeds - unwavering as a daisy - splashed with green and blue and grey and purple and red and a little bit of silver. Perfect eyes like you've never seen before.
"Tali, talk to me! Wake the fuck up! Now!" Mr Buscarino sobbed. I wriggled and turned my head to the side wanting to see the light again. And there it was, rays of sunshine. It was the sun. I hadn't seen it in so long. Probably years.
"Tali, Eliot is dead. And some of the others. But you survived." Mr Buscarino said, still shaking me.
My smile fell like a shooting star from the sky, disappearing... probably forever.
I remember that. I never smiled again. Now what's on the next page. This book is addicting. It reminds me so much of my life and the MC has the same name as me.
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Sell Some Lives
Historical FictionIt's 1894... or is it 1904? The years blur together until Tali loses the way to go. Until the future seems far too ugly to imagine. Will her life ever take a turn for the better? Or for the worst...
