A/N: None of this is mine. Not the characters, not the settings, not the songs... Just the interactions.
I once knew a girl, in the years of my youth, with eyes like the summer: all beauty and truth. But in the morning I fled, left a note and it said, "someday you will be loved"….
~Beep beep be-deep!~
"Hold on, Mon, that's my phone." I wince from my dressing room as I hear her rustle through her bag. My hand has already shot to my pocket to silence the call, and when my brain catches up the number displayed makes me weak in the knees so I sit. The motion is klutzy and jarring, and I fumble my phone. As it skids across the floor I start to hyperventilate. She looks up, clearly puzzled by her own phone's silence, just in time to watch it.
~Beep beep be-deep!~
I could die.
She eyes my phone suspiciously and starts toward it, brushing a carmine strand from her face. I scramble out of the cubicle, swooping on the device like a hawk and exiting the store, careful to throw my discarded items onto the counter as I go, distracting her and the other onlookers. I thumb the button. My voice betrays me.
"Hey—hello?" The silence on the line entices my heart. Then the static comes in Morse bits, and I am frozen, my mind racing. I sink to the ground, unable to cope. All I can hear is that horrible noise, all I see is a tunnel. All I feel: my pulse, thudding in my eyeballs and temples. Wham! Wham! Wham! Faster and faster until it wracks my whole body. And I'd have to strain to stay upright, so I just lay down. And my hair is blowing around me whoosh whoosh whoosh and I realize that my heart has turned into a pair of familiar steel blue choppers with red blades, and I breathe in gulps and gasps. In an instant, the helicopters are on me, one keeping watch while the other descends. Men in familiar steel blue jumpsuits jump out and one with a red band across his chest approaches and speaks to me, but I don't listen and can't be bothered to move. They lift my vacant body and carry me toward the swirling blades.