Thump. Thump.
Each heart beat brought her closer to death.
Thump. Thump.
She didn't know how she ended up in this position.
Thump. Thump.
Casting her mind back to what had happened, all she could remember was flashing silver and a large amount of pain.
Thump. Thump.
She didn't feel any pain now, but that just meant that she was standing on Death's door step.
Thump. Thump.
She had remembered when her dog had died. Lucky had been her favorite companion; her only companion. She used to take him out into the field and run around with him, laughing and playing. And when she grew tired, she would sit on the ground and sketch Lucky as he jumped for the butterflies that sailed over his head.
Thump. Thump.
He was killed by the car that Gulch drove. To this day, she hasn't forgiven him. Seeing as she was dying, she knew that she never would.
Thump. Thump.
Moving away from the thoughts of her beloved dog, she drifted for a few minutes, content to think of nothing at all.
Thump. Thump.
Unbidden, the thought of the OZ rose into her mind. She could recall with vivid clarity the first day she spent there after her fifteen annual absence; would could forget meeting a man with a zipper in his head, or a guy who lived for however many annuals in a tin suit, or a furry guy who had the ability to heal, among the many other things that had happened in that hectic first day?
Thump. Thump.
It didn't matter now, seeing as she was pretty much dead. She was surprised her mind wasn't spazing out over the fact that it would cease to exist in the extremely near future. If she was in full possession of her faculties, she would probably be having a major meltdown.
Thump. Thump.
She considered that, and if she could have shaken her head, she would have. She handled all of the other things thrown at her these past few annuals, what's death?
Thump. Thump.
She would miss the people, though. Reconnecting with her parents was hard, but worth it in the end. They were actually not as strict as she thought they were going to be. And having a sister was pretty cool, she had to admit, once they both got past the guilt that plagued both of them.
Thump. Thump.
She would especially miss her friends. Glitch, with his intelligent remarks and his glitchy attitude. Raw, with his gentle presence and soothing voice. Jeb, with his wicked sense of humor and casual personality that came out when he wasn't on guard duty. Cain…
Thump. Thump.
Wyatt Cain would kill her if he found out that she had gone and gotten herself killed. But he left a cycle ago, decided to do…something or another…once she found out he was leaving, she tuned everything out and plastered a smile across her face. She lied her ass off, essentially, when he asked her if she was ok with him leaving. Who was she to deny Cain the option of leaving? She had trapped him here in the first place.
Thump. Thump.
"Dg!"
She could hear his voice now, in her head. Figures she was going to die with him as the last thing on her mind.
Thump. Thump.
"Dg!"
God can't they just let her die in peace? Stupid voices in her head won't cut her a break.
"Dg! Come on sweetheart, I need you to open your eyes for me!"
Confused now, feeling weaker by the second, she tried to remember why she was dieing.
Thump. Thump.
"She's not opening her eyes!"
Thump. Thump.
"Raw! Somebody get Raw!'
Thump. Thump.
"DG! DG!"
Thump.