A Girl with No Name

Part 3

Fire doesn't care if it burns wood, pig fat or the flesh from your body. Like this car, it has no preference at all. In all this world it is as blind as the girl herself lying on the road; your atoms are just atoms. Every part of your body is no more than a borrowed element forged in a star, and it's time for you to glow hot again – light up the night with the fat under your pampered skin. Burning can be fast or slow, I'm thinking slow, from your toes up to your eyes reflecting coal. In a house fire, the smoke puts you out first, it's a kindness I suppose. This car was not kind.

The noises engulfed her, ultimately capturing her brain, rendering any logical thought or conclusion impossible. Nothing more than an eternal hum of white noise: detached bits of data, garbled gibberish, and meaningless sounds, all vibrating at an equal frequency so that nothing in particular stands out and everything remains potentially significant. She had heard this masking noise so long, her ears adjusted to the static silence, it made almost no difference. The roaring and pounding obliterated all other sounds, and her mind was awash with exhilaration. Her muscles had frozen in place; there was no running away, not now. 

Blood gushed with sickening determination from her neck, as if her own heart sought to pump it from her body. Her fingers clamped over the wound, two pale starfish growing paler by the second. The scarlet blood lashed over her body, painting the scene in which she would be found dead..The girls body was lifeless in the middle of the street. Nobody had attempted to move it. The girl looked like she could be sleeping. Unless you looked at her stomach. There you would see her white jumper stained in red blood and a tear in the fabric.

As the life fluid drained out of her in it's garish red, her skin took on the pallor of a corpse. Her stomach felt sick and then one by one she lost control of her limbs until finally her head slumped. She could still hear, but she could control none of her body. Then, like a ghost, she slipped into a coma with death not far away. She could see the stars. They illuminated the darkness and her fears crumbled to dust beneath her feet. The words, the lies, the hatred, the failures--they now lingered at a distance. A white crescent shaped scar flickered on her wrist....