We're Inside And Losing
By. Tate Icasa
Chapter Nine: In My Head
Pim opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.
It was an automatic reaction.
She was awake.
She did a quick tally.
Ok, she was in one piece, and as far as she could tell she was alive.
Then.
Berwick.
She turned her head, the only part of her that would move.
"Berwick?"
"Pimsy? I can't move. I'm scared."
Pim sighed.
"I know. I can't move either." She said.
Debbie was silent for minute.
"I don't want to die, Pim."
"Oh, and you think I do?" Pim shot back.
She felt Debbie smile.
Pim's still herself. Debbie thought, and Pim heard it.
She shuddered.
Berwick?
Pim?
Oh my god, you're in my head!
I am? Wow, I am!
sigh
What is it, Pimsy?
Nothing. Nothing at all. I bet we're the first.
What?
To develope the telepathy. I bet Phil and Keely don't have it yet.
Oh. claps We're special.
Yeah, Berwick, we're special alright.
