Last thing Nessy ever heard was a loud gun shot. The bullet had passed through the bridge of her nose, shattering the bone structure of her face completely. She didn't feel anything, except her body being poured back into herself, like molasses being turned on hot summers day. Vanessa died, and wasn't coming back anymore. Nessy found herself feeling whole.
She felt warm, and being back in her body again, she couldn't really see the what she looked like. She couldn't see the bone and brain particals splattered around her head. She couldn't see how the brain looked like jell-o left out to long in the sun. She couldn't smell the scent of blood or gun powder that caked the remaining parts of her face. Instead, all she saw was Nessy, how she wished all this time everyone else could see her.
Tall, red hair, freckles, and all smiles. Walking along the line of where the water laid rest upon the sandy river bank, Nessy let the earth sink between her toes. She had never felt so beautiful in her life. If she could do one thing now, now that Steve had finally set her free, she'd wished she could stay with him some how.
It's not possible, and she knew that. Out of all of this, the only thing that she was sad about, was that she never got to say 'Thank-you'. He would never know of what hell he set her free from. Nessy was a peace now, and along the banks of the dirty old river front, on a dirty old island, is where she laid her head.
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
Guild me safely through the night,
And wake me with the glory light.
Girl #22: Nessy Guthrie -- Deceased
It's so nice