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...
(I WANT TO LIVE! I LOVE MYSELF, I WANT TO L I V E, YOU DAMN IDIOTS, INJECT ME WITH ADRENALINE, TAKE ME TO MY FATHER!)
Jenny is fine now; if you make her drink and eat and give her the antibiotic again, she might be left with just a simple scar and some bad memories. But we know it's not like that. We know you want something else from her. Are you ready to inject the fluid into yourself? Are you ready to come to me? To make the sacred secretum gravitate within your sacral bone and bring it up to the pineal gland where you will manifest your great desire?
"Yes, I'm ready. What do I have to do?"
(DIE! IT WILL HURT, DON'T YOU KNOW YOU'RE INJECTING ANOTHER PERSON'S CEREBROSPINAL FLUID WITH GENES AND DNA THAT MIGHT NOT BE COMPATIBLE WITH YOU? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN SCIENCE CLASS? DO YOU KNOW THAT THEY TEST FOR COMPATIBILITY BEFORE INJECTING CEREBROSPINAL FLUID INTO ANOTHER BODY? I HOPE YOU DIE! BUT IF YOU DIE, I DIE TOO BECAUSE NO ONE KNOWS I'M HERE, AND SOONER OR LATER THEY'LL SMELL THE STENCH OF MY DECOMPOSITION OR THE RATS OR COCKROACHES IN THIS SHITTY PLACE WHERE YOU LIVE)
Take the test tube, insert the needle for an endovena. Remove the air, disinfect, and inject it into the vena cava in the neck. It will reach the brain within a few minutes.
(HERE WE ARE, SCREWED TOGETHER, AND WHO THE HELL IS THIS INTERFERING AND SEEMS LIKE GRAY'S ANATOMY)
"And then?"
Express your wish.
"And will it come true? I'm scared!
(SCARED? FEAR IS BEING HELPLESS AND UNCONSCIOUS ON THIS DEATH BED THAT REEKS OF MY PISS)
I'm afraid that it will come true! I'm afraid that after this, I won't have you close to me anymore. That something will change between us. I ... I love you."
(YEAH, GOOD, YOU LOVE HIM, HE LOVES YOU, AND WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE HERE)
"I feel like throwing up."
It's just agitation; I know what you're doing. Now put Jenny back in place and secure her properly; we still need her. Then go to sleep. Have you expressed your wish?
(MORE??)
"Yes, now I'll untie her and turn her over."
A gag reflex shook her; bile surged up her digestive tract, disgust was strong, she swallowed it back. She didn't want to vomit in front of GOD; that would be impolite.
(VOMIT, DAMN IT, YOU'LL FEEL BETTER!)
She cut the adhesive straps from Jenny's hands and arms. Jenny was entirely on her own now. Heavy. Cumbersome.
She turned her legs and torso, then pivoted her shoulders and head.
"You see, I did well; you didn't even fall."
(I'M JUST A SLICE OF MEAT NOW)
She freed Jenny's blonde hair from her face. She opened her mouth; it was stiff, and she made sure her tongue was straight and didn't block the airways.
"In a little while, you'll wake up."
She's a really beautiful girl, isn't she, Ruth?
"Yes, she's very beautiful, she always has been, even when we went to kindergarten, and I already knew her. She was the prettiest little girl, blonde, with blue eyes, like angels. When I think of an angel, she comes to mind. Don't you think so too?"
It depends ... it's her thoughts that wouldn't allow her to be an angel.
(MY THOUGHTS? COME ON... I WOULD DO ANYTHING TO LIVE, ANYTHING, I'D BURN YOU WITH A HOT EMBER RIGHT NOW IF I COULD ONLY MOVE SOMETHING IN THIS DAMN BODY)
"When she wakes up, what do I do?"
You know...
(DO I KNOW?)
Yes, you know, it's your goal. Remember it.
(GOD)
"I'm sorry, though. We were friends, like sisters."
You will be more.
Now.
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