let me count the ways you kill me //Calla {Amelia's end}
Dec 3, 2020 2:47:30 GMT -5
Post by charade on Dec 3, 2020 2:47:30 GMT -5
A M E L I A
Nothing personal.
That was the way it needed to be. They all wanted to live, could any of them be faulted for taking a life? Well, maybe hypocrites could be faulted if they’d tried to say they wouldn’t kill anyone. But it would be personal for Piper tomorrow, wouldn’t it? Killing her was just a stepping stone on Piper’s way to revenge for her brother.
Whoever that was.
The swing was coming for her head, but she didn’t have the strength to move out of the way anymore. She stared death in the face and it hit hard. It was ironic. Fitting? How many people back home had wanted to knock her teeth out because of something she’d said? They were living that dream now, watching it on television. Even as Audrey was living her worst nightmare come to life.
Running her mouth had always gotten Amelia into trouble, and she’d rarely had to defend herself for it, not with her sister there. But she wasn’t. She hit the ice hard, a tooth or two flying out of her mouth in a spray of blood. The crack of her jaw breaking echoed in her ears. Rebounding and replaying a hundred times as her body began to give up its grip on her soul.
Amelia rolled over, blacking out from the pain and spitting blood when her consciousness came roaring back.
Her eyes opened. That wasn’t an echo.
It was the ice.
Maybe it had weakened when Piper had missed her and hit it instead. Maybe it had weakened farther when she’d been throwing her abused body at Piper and landing on the ice instead. There was noise, a lot more of it that she couldn’t process.
It felt like the world was darkening around her, resolving into pinpricks of light. A moment later, the world tilted, a piece of ice she was one dipping from her weight and she slid into the water; there was nothing to hold onto and even if there had been, she wouldn’t have been able to.
So, so cold.
She couldn’t even struggle to keep afloat. With her arms and leg busted she couldn’t swim. It felt like she might have been crying. From the pain of course; she’d expected and anticipated her death for years.
Planned for it.
Planned to give Audrey a chance at seeing their dream come to fruition. She started to sink, enveloped by the growing void and dimly aware that there was someone else in the freezing water with her too.
What was her name again? She thought thickly.
Piper. Right.
That was the way it needed to be. They all wanted to live, could any of them be faulted for taking a life? Well, maybe hypocrites could be faulted if they’d tried to say they wouldn’t kill anyone. But it would be personal for Piper tomorrow, wouldn’t it? Killing her was just a stepping stone on Piper’s way to revenge for her brother.
Whoever that was.
The swing was coming for her head, but she didn’t have the strength to move out of the way anymore. She stared death in the face and it hit hard. It was ironic. Fitting? How many people back home had wanted to knock her teeth out because of something she’d said? They were living that dream now, watching it on television. Even as Audrey was living her worst nightmare come to life.
Running her mouth had always gotten Amelia into trouble, and she’d rarely had to defend herself for it, not with her sister there. But she wasn’t. She hit the ice hard, a tooth or two flying out of her mouth in a spray of blood. The crack of her jaw breaking echoed in her ears. Rebounding and replaying a hundred times as her body began to give up its grip on her soul.
Amelia rolled over, blacking out from the pain and spitting blood when her consciousness came roaring back.
Her eyes opened. That wasn’t an echo.
It was the ice.
Maybe it had weakened when Piper had missed her and hit it instead. Maybe it had weakened farther when she’d been throwing her abused body at Piper and landing on the ice instead. There was noise, a lot more of it that she couldn’t process.
It felt like the world was darkening around her, resolving into pinpricks of light. A moment later, the world tilted, a piece of ice she was one dipping from her weight and she slid into the water; there was nothing to hold onto and even if there had been, she wouldn’t have been able to.
So, so cold.
She couldn’t even struggle to keep afloat. With her arms and leg busted she couldn’t swim. It felt like she might have been crying. From the pain of course; she’d expected and anticipated her death for years.
Planned for it.
Planned to give Audrey a chance at seeing their dream come to fruition. She started to sink, enveloped by the growing void and dimly aware that there was someone else in the freezing water with her too.
What was her name again? She thought thickly.
Piper. Right.
H A L E