Friday morning. Tired. Phone vibrates. Katherine.
Katherine
Hey! R u ok?
Oh yes, Katherine. I'm totally fine. My whole life is fine. I'm just ignoring your texts because I'm lazy. Oh yeah, if you didn't notice, I've been ignoring you at school too. But, I don't think you did notice because you are too busy going around and showing the world your perfectly white, straight teeth. I want to slap her in the face. I want to say something. But, I can't. I want to die in a hole right now, but I have to get to school.
It's 7:41. My sister's driving me to school for some reason. We get in the car. I sit in the front seat. She turns the key, and the car shudders to life. She looks sick. Really sick. Her lips are contorted in a weird smile that looked like a smile you would make when someone gave you a harsh 'compliment' and a mix of a smile that you would make when you got stuck in an awkward situation, or ate a sour patch kid. Or, in other words, also described as a grimace. I say in a hesitant voice, "Hey, are you sick?"
"No. I'm fine Ophelia," she gives me a lousy, lopsided, maniac-looking grin.
"Ophelia?" I wondered aloud. "What the heck, do you want me to drive?"
My sister just yawns and purple pillows seem to appear under her eyes. "No, my fellow sister," she hiccuped, "I shall drive, you shall rest your tired little feet."
Tired little feet?
Swaying side to side as if she were dancing, she put her hands on the wheel. As she was swaying, her long dark hair swooshed past my arm. A strange smell came to my nose. Sweaty people in their twenties. "Dude, where have you been? You smell like--"
"Wheeee!" she ignored me and stepped on the gas pedal.
I accidentally let a curse slip out and pushed my feet forward so I wouldn't crush my head against the mini cabinets that lay in the dashboard area. Not having my seatbelt on yet, I reached--SCREECH!
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Static breathing. "Hello this is 911, what's your emergency?"
"Hello!?" Heavy, ragged, panicked breathing.
"Please stay calm and--"
"HELP!" An explosion rings. Static. Connection failing. Breathing. "STREET!"
"Please stay calm! What is your ad--"
"PLEASE COME--" static rages over. "TYLER STREET--" connection ended.
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Everything is black. I'm floating. Swimming in the sea of darkness. I feel pain. I can't move. Darkness. Pain. I can start to feel. I can hear. But, darkness. I'm in black. I'm in the abyss of darkness. The pit of darkness. I feel dead, but I know I am living. Living in....Darkness.
"Hello? Luna can you hear me? Luna? Luna!"
I gasp and escape the torrent of darkness. "Carina! Where's Carina?" I exclaimed in my strangely ragged voice. I try to look around, but my vision is blurry and all I see are blobs of color.
"You're going to be fine...." a soothing voice came from a greenish bluish blob.
I felt myself lying down, once again, letting the darkness seep back in.
