#136

her bare foot pressed the brake to the floor, there was no screeching- everything was loud. it was loud. eyes wide, half-wet, long blonde hair whipped across her face, no scream. the guardrail came too quickly...
black.
she felt the seatbelt on her neck. felt blood. tasted blood. heard the radio playing. loud.
saw black.
flashing white and red and vague outlines of men and vague outlines of... loud, loud, loud.
and black.
she was awake. was she awake? there was nothing. were her eyes open? she concentrated, trying to open her eyes; she could not feel them.
there were voices again. it was not noise this time. there were letters forming words forming sentences forming prayers.
concentrating on the voices. thickly, dimly, she knew she would not wake up. but she heard them, heard them through the swirling prayers and blood and black, and voices. she heard them.
felt them.
and...
black.