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All I know is that at some point I realised the wetness on my face was a mingling of blood and my own tears. I started sobbing at some point, I don’t remember when. Of course, I couldn't even do that if I wanted to. A horrible little piece of trivia surfaced in my brain if you are stabbed just right, it can take hours, even days to die from blood loss alone.Ī part of me wanted to try and rock myself, to tear open my insides and just make it come faster, to not let me have to stare up at my future for however long it took for me to die. Paralysed, trapped.I might as well have been dead at this point. I couldn't even move my hands to beat them against the walls.
I started screaming then, begging for someone to find me but the only face I saw there was the one looming over me, a little reminder that I was going to die in the dark, wrapped in a prison of metal. “No.please, please no…” My eyes darted to and fro, looking for something, anything.but there was just crumpled metal, tiny holes in it barely letting in light from the outside. My legs wouldn't even twitch.I couldn't feel anything from my neck down. I tried to raise my arms but they wouldn’t move. I didn’t see anything supporting it.which meant there was only one place it could have come from in through my back. My blood froze as I saw the long, thin shard of torn metal sticking jaggedly from my stomach, stained in blood. It took everything I had to lift my head the barest inch, to look down and see why it hurt so badly.
#Soul nomad and the world eaters creative uncut driver
Was it the bus driver who swerved into busy traffic? Had someone else been at fault for the first impact and the rest were just the inevitable result of a pile-up? Whatever happened out there was still going on and I didn't know why. The bus was crumpled, like something had crunched it up into a small ball and I could still hear crashing from outside. I must have hit my head, which is why it ached so much to think.
#Soul nomad and the world eaters creative uncut windows
Then there had been tires screeching and an impact that knocked me out of my seat, just in time for the windows to shatter as something else hit the bus…then darkness.
I had headed to school.not exactly with confidence but with a little bit of hope in me, for what felt like the first time in forever. Emma, Madison and Sophia’s little campaign of terror had been ratcheting down over the weeks leading up to the break and I was hoping they had at last grown tired and were moving on. I’d been taking the bus to school, not even thinking about anything, just glad that the abuse I’d been suffering for so long seemed to finally be coming to an end. Hot, still-warm blood dripped down from her body and onto my face. The screeching of tires and the sound of rending metal filled my ears as I forced my eyes to open and found myself staring into the lifeless eyes of a girl who couldn’t be much older than me.her body was entangled in metal, pierced right through her chest in a dozen different places. This is because Taylor Hebert never made it to school that day.Įverything was pain and darkness and the horrible, retched stink of burning metal and rubber.
#Soul nomad and the world eaters creative uncut full
A locker heaped near to full with festering filth and decay would never see it’s intended purpose. Sadly for Sophia Hess, Madison Clements and Emma Barnes, their efforts for the past few weeks would go unrewarded. It was the first school day after the winter break at Winslow High.
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