Enter the world of 'Stay Woke,' a captivating novel that delves into the unique journey of two young girls. Bound by an unbreakable friendship and an insatiable curiosity, they embark on a quest for a higher consciousness, guided by both their faith...
(MOM, DON'T TALK NONSENSE, ALL MY FRIENDS HAVE ONE, IT DOESN'T HURT AT ALL, AND IF I WANT, I CAN TAKE IT OUT, AND THERE WON'T BE ANYTHING LEFT, THERE WON'T BE...)
(A HOLE)
WOOOSH WOOOSH WOOOSH
The chirping increased in density and frequency; the black was closer, pulsating.
(BUT I'M STILL! STANDING STILL)
Immutable, it chirped, increasing its size, devouring matter from the ergosphere. It collapsed mightily through its powerful gravitational force, pulling powerfully.
(YOU'RE VERY ATTRACTIVE, JY, LIKE A STAR IN THE SKY, ALWAYS THINK ABOUT HOW TO BRING THIS BRIGHT STAR HOME)
"Sure, Dad, I will!"
(DAD, HELP!)
The black was liquid like oil.
It was falling into an oil drain.
Around her, only darkness.
(HOW DO I WAKE UP NOW?)
"...always think about how to bring..."
"...think..."
(THE BLACK HOLE DOESN'T EXIST. I'M TIED TO A SURGICAL BED BY A CRAZY WOMAN WHO WANTS TO TORTURE ME. I'M UNCONSCIOUS, IN SEPTICEMIA AND DEHYDRATED)
A dim light turned on, a space lamp tremulously emitted a breath of hope.
(THERE'S NO HOPE IF THEY'RE NOT LOOKING FOR ME, IF THE POLICE DON'T COME, IF MY FATHER DOESN'T RETURN FROM WORK AND START LOOKING FOR ME, I'M ON A SURGICAL BED, TRAPPED, MY KILLER IS A CLASSMATE, SICK, BUT, I REPEAT, BUT, I'M NOT IN SPACE, I'M NOT INSIDE A BLACK HOLE)
She opened one eye, the good one.
Silence enveloped her, almost benevolent.
The rustling was gone.
A solitary dry tear crossed the edge of her tear gland and moistened her partially sclera. Her body trembled.
(IS IT BECAUSE OF THE COLD?)
The light had dimmed; several hours must have passed.
Ruth would return shortly.
"Hello, Sweetie."
"MMMfffppppp."
"I'll remove the tape right away. You deserve it. You're still here. The devil didn't help you. Maybe you didn't have it after all. Thank goodness!"
She ran her dry, swollen tongue over her cracked and bloodless lips.
"Hello, Ruth..." it was a whisper.
(STAY STRONG, JY, YOU'VE GOT TO PLAY IT NOW.)
"You know I don't like it when you call me that. I'm Jenny, remember. Try again... and I'll tell you how school went."
"Hello, Jenny."
"Good girl! You're really G O O D."
"Were you questioned?"
"No, in fact, today they ignored me for the first time!"
(IGNORED... I'M SCREWED)
TO BE CONTINUED...
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