Believe it or not I do not own Yugioh.
Where am I?
"Mom?" My eyes open, but I can't see. Blurred shapes and darkness compose the world. And red. A pounding in my head makes thinking hard, and everything hurts. My bruised chest throbs and scalp smolders; the white hair attached to it drips with some kind of warm liquid. My head spins around with legs and arms are unresponsive which throb unfeeling and hanging limply. I'm in a seat. Some kind of strap keeps me in place. The seat is made of gray leather. Blood drips on it.
It hurts.
"Mommy?" Trying to focus eyes, but the world was spinning oddly, dizzy, and they wouldn't let me focus on stuff. It wasn't normal, weird. I didn't know what was going on, but I know not to fall asleep. Sound filters into my left ear, but not my right. That makes me confused, the sound of silence and burning only exists in one half of reality.
Something touches my limp hand, memory and clarity of thought come back like bullets with the touch of the broken glass. I remember us driving. The short term memory part of my brain flows like molasses in my head.
There was a radio playing, and a shout. I remember Amane's scream and the scream of rending metal and the shriek of breaking glass, then getting hit hard on the head at an impact with something. Amane⦠who sat across from me before the crash, in the other window seat behind mother.
It hurts so bad.
"Amane?... Mom?..." I get scared, the pounding in my head won't go away but adrenaline forces my aching neck to obey me and my head moves to look. My eyes finally focus. I wish they hadn't.
Glass has torn up Amane. The car is wrenched around the wrong way. I can't move anymore. I can't scream. I'm numb with ice flowing up my spine. There's a red stream flowing freely down a pale arm, from a spring in a mangled shoulder. I can't scream, but something inside does it for me. Her beautiful face is relatively untouched, only a small cut has found its way onto her cheek and a large yellow and wine-black mark hides under white hair on her forehead. Little sister's slumped into her chair, where no seatbelt holds her. The echo-y screaming does not stop in my head. It gets louder. A rhythmic note which swells and lowers and swells again. Then it shifts to the real world and approaches from far off, fast. Eyes finally unfocus again with the return of dizzy disorientation, but I still stare at the red-white shape before them, they can't leave the site.
Everything is burning.
The screaming in my head arrives with the sound of screeching tires and voices. I hear footsteps run closer and a door opens, Amane's red-white shape disappears. In her absence something breaks and finally I begin to whimper, then cry, then scream. My door is pried open eventually against twisted metal and hands unbuckle me from the seat. They catch me before I fall out of the slanted car.
Gently the arms pick me up, but that hurts my chest and I can't stop screaming even though breathing hurts. A voice tries to soothe me but the person who carried me off places me on a stretcher too soon. As the hands retreat away I'm too tired to scream so I cry. I need the arms to return with everything else that went away during the accident. Like the sound of the radio and Amane.
They never do return.
In a white bouncing room in the back of a screaming car everything is so white and I'm so tired that I fall asleep.
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