Page 88 of Her Sloth
“Please, Miss, you need to calm down,” says the young woman in scrubs. Doesn’t she understand—
“WHERE IS SHE?”
The woman has this pitiful look on her face.
No.
No.
NOOOOOOOOO!
I can’t breathe.
There is no air.
I am falling.
Falling into the depth of a hell I didn’t know there was.
And then everything turns blank again.
When I wake again, I stare into neon lights on the ceiling.
My entire body feels like ice.
Impossible to move.
Frozen by the horrors in my mind.
Images.
Sounds.
The crash.
A scream.
And I cannot escape any of it.
I stare into the lights.
And the God I always thought would lead me—he has left. Everything I have done was for the love of family. To avenge what was taken. To do it right.
And now, I am lying here.
Lost.
Alone.
With nothing left but an empty shell of a body.
My fists clench.
The nails of my fingers dig into my palms.
Pain.
Pain I need to feel right now, because there is nothing else left.
