August '12 Daily One-Shot Challenge
AUGUST 31st - The Boy is Dead
Hello guys! I just read the whole entire day practically and I'm totally burned out, exhausted to write and so this one is a shortie. xD Like, 800 word short.
Everything spiralled out of control the moment the horn beeped.
Misty screamed as Ash's hands flew off the steering wheel from force. She tried to shield him but a power too strong was made her blinded, closing her eyes shut tightly. Her seatbelt pressed against her chest, her breathing raspy. She felt the car swerve – her head hit the window hard, sending pain shooting through her body.
She heard him shout – her name, maybe. Blinding lights overcame her, even with her eyes closed. She's seen the truck in front of her, zooming at ferocious speed, a drunk driver behind the wheel. She didn't have time to warn him. The driver side took most of the impact, but she was too strangled, too in confusion to understand anything.
Was he still screaming? Ash? Was Ash okay?
Dread filled the pit of her stomach as the throbbing in her head got louder, and her arm felt like it was crushed and fractured. She fought to regain consciousness, her vision blurry, desperate for Ash. Every second she was in pain. Pain. Pain. Confusion.
Where was Ash?
The fight. No, they'd ended with a fight. The rain splattered outside the window – she wondered how she could still hear it. She wondered if she was still alive. Pain shimmered over her trembling body – she was definitely alive. Her mind felt fuzzy. Her brain couldn't operate.
Ash.
Ash.
Ash.
She tried to move, but nothing seemed to work. Blackness was clouding her vision – she struggled against it. She caught a glimpse of the cracked window, the ambulance lights flickering in front of her. Ambulance. Who was dead? Was she dying? The driver?
A snippet of the conversation as her door side opened. "She's alive. Check the boy."
Suddenly, gloved hands were pulling at her. She tried to scream, but her mouth only formed an 'o' and no words came out. She blinked furiously, rain spitting on her body as she was lifted out. She was dying – immense pain clouded her. She wanted to faint. She wanted to. She could just pass out, but what if-
Ash. What if Ash?
"Stop struggling,"
She barely heard him, trying to keep herself awake. Pain. Pain. Pain.
Ash.
Screams, shrieks – everything she wanted to say clogged up at her throat. She felt like she was on fire, on the verge of death. She tasted wetness in her mouth – her blood? Was she going to be okay?
Ash.
Tears streamed down her face from the effort of staying conscious, her mind spinning, her body hurting and aching. Rain slid down her legs, the night chill on her face – her shoulders drooped, her whole face was sheer white. A memory flashed.
"You know Ash," Misty said, picking at the grass, feeling her toes curl as she released them in clumps. A nervous blush spread across her face. "Have you ever wondered how it would feel when you died?"
Ash chuckled at his. "No, I'm never gunna die. Not until I become a Pokemon Master."
"Yeah, but what if?" Misty pressed.
"What if?" Ash thought about this. Silence blanketed them.
And then, for the first time in her life, Misty saw Ash smile - sadly. His fingers trembled as he reached out and entwined his fingers with hers, palms sweaty – startling Misty; but she didn't let go.
"I don't know Misty, I don't know."
Pain. Pain shook her as she violently shuddered all over- stay awake, stay awake, stay awake…
Ash.
Someone said something, it buzzed in her ears, almost like faint music – but she heard it clearly, almost like it was echoing off castle walls.
"The boy is dead."
Her heart stopped, the words ringing in her ears. The boy is dead. The boy is dead. The boy is dead. Sheer pain overtook her, and the reason to struggle suddenly disappeared. She loosened her tense muscles, relaxing, and slowly, she let blackness take over – and then, she fell into unconsciousness, her mouth parted slightly, about to form his name – but too late.
The boy is dead.
Blah! I was in the mood to do a sad one, okay? It was really sad…I don't know what if was. It was short, I'm exhausted, and honestly, you can give me crap about the shortness and this not being a one-shot and I won't care. ^.^ Sorry, I'm not in the best of moods.
