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The words wanted to come out, yet she couldn't find the strength to form the phrase that lay like dying promises ripe upon her lips. She struggled within herself, had to get the words out, had to reach out and just say it... yet nothing.
It was so unbearably frustrating, this unctuous silence. Words felt like bricks within her mouth, crushing her swollen tongue, her sand-parched throat. She wanted nothing more than to be free of her unwarranted and unwanted prison, yet she was at the mercy of the Fates, awaiting her destiny and trying not to think of what lay on the other side of the River Styx.
The beeping came louder now, her heart accelerating in time with the morbid tune as she thrashed about in pain and fear tinged with terror. Her day of reckoning was at hand, she figured, yet she'd be damned if it were this day.
She thrashed and mewled, twisting in utter panic-driven instinct as the beeping grew louder and more insistent.
"I saw her eyes move!"
"Yes... yes," she thought. "I'm still here. Still alive."
"Call the doctor, get him in here! I think she's waking up!"
She floated there between light and darkness, lost in a void of in between. The air felt weighted, as if she were rising from the depths of Atlantis long buried beneath the foaming sea. She struggled and kicked to get to the surface, only to be pulled back under just as she reached the intangible surface.
One last time she gathered up her strength- what remained of it, anyway- and finally, with a shout of triumph no louder than a pin dropping, she opened her eyes for the first time since the accident.
"Emily. Welcome back..."
It was so unbearably frustrating, this unctuous silence. Words felt like bricks within her mouth, crushing her swollen tongue, her sand-parched throat. She wanted nothing more than to be free of her unwarranted and unwanted prison, yet she was at the mercy of the Fates, awaiting her destiny and trying not to think of what lay on the other side of the River Styx.
The beeping came louder now, her heart accelerating in time with the morbid tune as she thrashed about in pain and fear tinged with terror. Her day of reckoning was at hand, she figured, yet she'd be damned if it were this day.
She thrashed and mewled, twisting in utter panic-driven instinct as the beeping grew louder and more insistent.
"I saw her eyes move!"
"Yes... yes," she thought. "I'm still here. Still alive."
"Call the doctor, get him in here! I think she's waking up!"
She floated there between light and darkness, lost in a void of in between. The air felt weighted, as if she were rising from the depths of Atlantis long buried beneath the foaming sea. She struggled and kicked to get to the surface, only to be pulled back under just as she reached the intangible surface.
One last time she gathered up her strength- what remained of it, anyway- and finally, with a shout of triumph no louder than a pin dropping, she opened her eyes for the first time since the accident.
"Emily. Welcome back..."