The Road Monologue
Stars twinkle down between broken clouds, almost sickly smiling at me.
I can see the stars again, I dreamily think, as my heavy eye start to count them. They disappear behind the clouds and it’s nothing but dark. Blinking repeatedly, I stir my head, my neck aching and my body sicker than before. My skin is hot and clammy, my head hurts and the numbing in my left arm is gone, instead, I feel nothing in that limb.
Maybe the pain finally went away.
I fainted, but I don’t understand why.
This wasn’t from blood loss.
I don’t have internal bleeding. I would have died hours ago.
This is something different.
I try to sit up, yet my body’s only response is a groan of displeasure.
A man appears, his features void and hands out to grab me. I try to …show more content…
Everything’s gone.
My family.
My life.
My home.
Tears gather in my gray eyes and I freely let them pour out, biting my lip.
“Crysta,” Jensen tries to comfort, brushing my hair off my forehead. “We’ll get to my people and they’ll fix this. They have to. They’ll…”
“They’ll what?” I dare, anger overpowering my common sense. I don’t need someone to talk to me about how this can be fixed like a damn light switch. “There’s nothing you can do or anyone else. By the time this silver reaches my shoulder, I’ll have minutes before it reaches my heart and then I’m dead.”
“We don’t know how fast this thing works…”
“Works?” I scream. I can’t stop myself. “It’s barely been half of a day and it’s almost to my elbow.” …show more content…
I’m dead! Dammit!” I slam my head back against the bark. “It couldn’t have been just a simple bullet to the brain.”
“No, you don’t get to talk like that,” he argues, his voice becoming loud.
“I get to talk however the hell I want. If you haven’t noticed I’m dying,” I yell back. “Why do you even care?” “Because I do.”
“And I don’t care if you do! I don’t want your help. I never needed it!”
He scoffs, standing. “You didn’t need my help? Who got your butt off Verutmer, huh? While you were getting beaten, who flew in and saved your life? Who patched you up? Who made sure you didn’t die from blood loss?”
“I never asked you to. Those were your choices, not mine. And if it weren’t for me, you would have died in that damn cell.”
“You’re unbelievable.” He shakes his head, biting his tongue to stop from shouting. He exhales, trying to calm down. “I…I am going to go for a walk to cool off. I know this is the pain talking and when I get back, we’ll figure out how to save your life without the yelling.”
I stare at my arm, whispering, “If you’re smart, you won’t come back.”
He says nothing to this comment and spins on his heel, storming away. His footsteps and murmurings vanish into the night and I’m left
I can see the stars again, I dreamily think, as my heavy eye start to count them. They disappear behind the clouds and it’s nothing but dark. Blinking repeatedly, I stir my head, my neck aching and my body sicker than before. My skin is hot and clammy, my head hurts and the numbing in my left arm is gone, instead, I feel nothing in that limb.
Maybe the pain finally went away.
I fainted, but I don’t understand why.
This wasn’t from blood loss.
I don’t have internal bleeding. I would have died hours ago.
This is something different.
I try to sit up, yet my body’s only response is a groan of displeasure.
A man appears, his features void and hands out to grab me. I try to …show more content…
Everything’s gone.
My family.
My life.
My home.
Tears gather in my gray eyes and I freely let them pour out, biting my lip.
“Crysta,” Jensen tries to comfort, brushing my hair off my forehead. “We’ll get to my people and they’ll fix this. They have to. They’ll…”
“They’ll what?” I dare, anger overpowering my common sense. I don’t need someone to talk to me about how this can be fixed like a damn light switch. “There’s nothing you can do or anyone else. By the time this silver reaches my shoulder, I’ll have minutes before it reaches my heart and then I’m dead.”
“We don’t know how fast this thing works…”
“Works?” I scream. I can’t stop myself. “It’s barely been half of a day and it’s almost to my elbow.” …show more content…
I’m dead! Dammit!” I slam my head back against the bark. “It couldn’t have been just a simple bullet to the brain.”
“No, you don’t get to talk like that,” he argues, his voice becoming loud.
“I get to talk however the hell I want. If you haven’t noticed I’m dying,” I yell back. “Why do you even care?” “Because I do.”
“And I don’t care if you do! I don’t want your help. I never needed it!”
He scoffs, standing. “You didn’t need my help? Who got your butt off Verutmer, huh? While you were getting beaten, who flew in and saved your life? Who patched you up? Who made sure you didn’t die from blood loss?”
“I never asked you to. Those were your choices, not mine. And if it weren’t for me, you would have died in that damn cell.”
“You’re unbelievable.” He shakes his head, biting his tongue to stop from shouting. He exhales, trying to calm down. “I…I am going to go for a walk to cool off. I know this is the pain talking and when I get back, we’ll figure out how to save your life without the yelling.”
I stare at my arm, whispering, “If you’re smart, you won’t come back.”
He says nothing to this comment and spins on his heel, storming away. His footsteps and murmurings vanish into the night and I’m left