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((Tris))
I don't remember much from the actual car crash.
But I do remember some things.
It happened on June 27, 2015, at around five thirty p.m.
I remember smoke. Glass. Fire.
I remember the blood-curling cries of pain swirling through the air and into my ears. I remember my head pounding and throbbing, my eardrums rattling. I remember the blood dripping from my face and into my ears. I remember the rocks on the black, hot street pressing into my skin, my eardrums.
Everything went to my ears. All the pain, all the agony, was in my ears.
I remember screaming.
I don't remember hearing it.
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I remember a lot from the hospital.
It was June 28, 2015, the day after the accident.
My mom was in the chair beside my bed, her chin resting in her hand as she slept. I looked at her for a moment, and the sleepy, content look on her face made me smile.
But then I moved, and a burst of pain traveled up my ribs and into my lungs, and I froze. Hissing through my teeth, I opened my mouth to wake her.
No need; my dad came through the door at that moment. He was carrying two cups of coffee and a small paper bag, probably carrying a pastry of some sort.
He set them both down on a small table and came to my side.
He grinned and commented on my messy hair, as if it was a normal Saturday morning. His calmness did calm me, though, and I am thankful.
The doctor came in, checked on me, and asked me questions. I seemed fine, despite the fact that I couldn't really breathe, and my hand felt like there was a boulder resting on top of it.
Turns out I broke two of my ribs, and fractured my wrist.
Then he asked how my head felt.
Mouth? Fine.
Forehead? Fine.
Neck? Fine.
Ears?
Oh.
My left one was fine. It was working just like it was the day before. I could hear the soft rain from outside, my dad's fingers pressing the buttons as he texted my relatives, the footsteps of the nurses in the hall.
But my right one sounded like it was underwater; muffled, closed, under pressure; a quiet, low buzz.
I froze.
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Fast forward to two weeks later.
I somehow ignored the muffled buzz in my right ear. I went about my daily life with no fuss.
Well, there was a fuss, but not because of my ear. My ribs still hurt like hell, and I couldn't play my guitar, or my piano, my drums until my hand had healed.
I woke in the middle of night on July 24, 2015 to get a glass of water. Careful to be quiet, I padded down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing my favorite glass and filling it to the top.
My mom must have heard me, because when I turned around, she was there, frowning.
Her lips moved.
I didn't.
Her lips moved again.
Again.
Again.
Nothing.
The buzz had taken over both ears.
It felt like it had taken over my brain, my arms and legs, my stomach.
It had taken over my veins and blood. My cells.
It had taken over the stardust that made me.
I cried; I couldn't hear the sobs that spilled from my throat.
But I certainly felt them.
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It is now August 21, 2015.
The buzz hasn't gone away.
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Authors' Notes: There are two people working on this story! Natalie and I (Sofia) have been working on this story for a while, and we are very excited to share it with you guys!
The first two chapters are simply an introduction for Tris and Tobias, and the chapters after those will be around 2,000-3,000 words long. We plan to update every week, but of course, we can't guarantee that it will happen every time.
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Next chapter: Meet Tobias.
Have a fabulous week, and we'll see you on Sunday.
~Sofia & Natalie