[Posted by Ted H]
Back in action! I can't remember I made a serious attempt at NaNoWriMo, but here we are. My chances of winning this year are about as good as Joe Biden's chances of not sniffing children like a creep (slim to none), but we can still enjoy the ride.
The first part I'm sharing isn't much, but it works better self contained for now. Sue me. More to come.
Current status of my 2020 NaNoWriMo: 5,002 / 50,000 (44,998 words to go!)
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[Little Ghost - Death]
Kristina's eyes were shut tight, but she knew what was happening. The shattering glass, the crushing metal, the screeching rubber, all jumbled into a chorus behind her own dire screams. Her vision was black behind her own eyelids, but she felt everything slow down. There was suddenly time. Time to recount, but no time to be coherent. In her rushing thoughts she wept how she was only 19. She was supposed to have a future. She was supposed to make a difference. It wasn’t fair for tomorrow to be taken away.
She wasn’t ready.
“I don’t wanna go!” she shouted, either out loud or in her own mind. She wasn’t sure. Before she could tell, a darkness enveloped her as everything around her compressed. She tried to scream and open her eyes, but it was too late.
A spark. A jagged flash pierced her eyes from darkness and she struggled to see. She felt drowsy. Not drunk, but not sober. There were muffled voices. They couldn’t be understood, but Kristina inferred a frantic panic. Was it for her or themselves? She couldn’t recall where she was, or why parts of her were in agony while the rest could not be felt. There was fear in her soul as the flashing grew brighter and metal in front of her face was being torn away like it was plastic. The high pitch squeal it made as it was rending away overwhelmed her senses and she knew nothing more.
*BEEP*
A rhythm in her ears that she could barely hear over the ringing in her own head.
*BEEP*
She tried to breathe in. It was a wet, slow and strained effort. There was something secured over her mouth and nose to help her.
*BEEP*
Her vision was of cold steel above her. She felt the presence of someone beside her, more muffled voices, but she could not turn to see. She was held in place, and even trying to move was agony.
*BEEP*
She gasped for more breath, through the pain of trying, but felt there wasn’t enough air getting in.
*BEEP*
They rhythmic beeping was joined by lower toned alerts.
*BEEP*
The parts of her body she could feel were fewer than last time, and in sharper pain.
*BEEP*
Where was she?
*BEEP*
She was moving, but the room was still.
*BEEP*
The muffled voice close to her was talking quicker.
*BEEP*
The sound of a siren from far away registered in her mind.
*BEEP*
The pain in her body was fading, but so was her vision.
*BEEP*
A sharp sense of fear flooded her mind, tears welled in her swollen eyes.
*BEEP*
She didn’t want this.
*BEEP*
She didn’t want to be here.
*BEEP*
She-
*BEEP*
-wanted-
*BEEP*
-to-
*BEEP*
-go-
*BEEP*
-home.
The beeping had stopped its rhythm and settled into one long unending note. It matched the ringing in Kristina’s mind and both sounds were fading into white noise. Her vision was fading away; the cold steel she looked upon was now becoming a white void. The fear in her heart replaced by a cold numb sensation that enveloped her being.
“I want to go home,” a last coherent thought she tried to choke out, as she felt a single tear escape her eye and roll down the side of her face. And she knew no more.
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