And everything cascaded at once when Rachael was finally alone, left like an abandoned corpse, alone in repose underneath an unfamiliar sky. A cold frisson down her spine as she was promptly reacquainted with pain. Skins rubbed raw, bones pounded apart by mortar and pestle. Rachael couldn't even force down a breath, she fell to all fours like a helpless animal, shallowly panting for desperate gulps of oxygen. The crack buried right under the skin of her shoulder neatly split her body.
What are Mom and Dad going to think? What about Bridget?
Did you think about that?
There was nobody in the vicinity talking but the sounds piled up like the infinite blaring of a horn buried deep away within the earth.
What is Daniel going to think of this?
Rachael hissed to herself, anguish becoming spittle slogging through her teeth, the peeling skin of her palm trapped on top of the metal of her suddenly far-too-heavy gun.
He's here too.
The crack buried right under the brittleness of her skull neatly split her body. Rachael was frozen trembling, she was headaches, she was dry heaving,
The story doesn't end there, and she knows it, and she wishes she could find a happy ending but she knows it's not going to happen. Because she knows herself, and she knows what she's going to one day be. She knows that her story starts once upon a time when a little girl was lost in the woods...
she was that unfamiliar old friend. Me, myself, and I.
It was hard to get up and move on. She almost didn't manage.