Her throat was so raw that her screams came as pathetic wisps. She tried to get up but one of her ribs was broken and whenever she rose it pierced her stomach.
It hurt. Not a tragedy but a melancholy. Sleep now, a voice said. Ami gritted her teeth and rolled. She wanted to be on her stomach but one of the bullets tore through her shoulder. Through the skin and blood and pus and dirt she could see how white her bone was. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Her mother came to her when she closed her eyes. She cupped her cheek and told her it was okay. Everything was going to be fine. Ami wanted to believe her. But there was a voice that told her that she was stupid. She didn't want to die. That if she stayed on the ground she would die. No one would remember her. She'd be nothing but a tally mark on a prison wall. A corpse in the bathtub. A deer on the side of the road. Just a number. Stop being so stupid. Stop. You're going to Princeton please stop please fucking stop this.
The voices were not voices. Ami understood what they were. They were Ami Flynn. She was them and they were her, doubts, fears, morality, 'what would Jesus do', 'what would Father want'. 'what is the most just thing to do?' Everything, other than what she wanted. Everything, other than what logic told her to do. Everything, other than the will to live.
Logic told her to live. Deep down that was what she wanted. But she was Graveyard Ami. She was the crypt-keeper's daughter. There were rules to being in a funeral home, and she was better than that. She had to be better than that.
So she left rationality by the corner. Then she crossed the street. And when it told her to shoot Joe Carrasco and Leona Van Kamp; when it told her to keep quiet when someone passed her apartment; and when it told her that Joachim was open, weak, pull the trigger, no one would stop her... it's voice would be so faint as to not be a voice at all.
Even though she was dying, it took G072, AMI FLYNN
ten days to really open her eyes. In hindsight, she made a terrible mistake. So careless, so naive. In hindsight, Ami Flynn was surprised she lasted as long as she did.
You know how this ends.
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