death via a butt dial [ nanette & flynn day 6 ]
Apr 1, 2021 9:35:31 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 1, 2021 9:35:31 GMT -5
For the first time since being in this arena I was truly alone.
My only company, the sounds of my footsteps, the pounding of my heart in my ears, the sounds of my harsh breathing as true and utter exhaustion ate away the limited energy that I had left. I clutched my phone tightly in my hands, desperately waiting for the small screen to blink with light, Flynn's name appearing across a banner. Canons had thundered across the landscape and I couldn't help buy think that one of them belonged to him.
Panting I throw my pack onto the earth, throwing myself on it as I lay with my eyes turned up to the sky. A blanket of smoke covered me, burning my eyes and my throat. Rolling to onto my side I throw an arm over my face in an attempt to protect it from the harshness of the environment. Never in my life had I felt this shit. My ass was leaking, my stomach twisting uncomfortably from hunger and poisoning. The small amount go water we had been given had only offered temporary relief from thirst. It was fucking dreadful.
Suddenly my phone blinks to life and a flutter of hope begins to wash over me. Instantly I pull it into view, a half smile pulling at my lips. But the same that blinks back at me sends me crashing back to reality. Coach. Grubby. Huffing I click the answer, "Grubby, what do you want?" It's hard to hear exactly what is going on. I strain, blocking out the sounds around me and then I hear a sob, its so broken. ”B- Belle-" his voice is filled with tears, I can hear the pain as he struggles for words. "I- it hurts.” Why had he called me? ”I- I’m not ready to die yet. Help me, Belle.” He sounds desperate, his voice breaking as he whimpers, as he begs for Belle to save him.
Then it hits me as I hear his shaky breath in my ear, a sound that seemed weak, fading, Coach was dying. Grubby had butt dialled me as he dies, most likely bleeding and broken and ripped to shreds just like Langley.
I should have put the phone down then. I should have deleted the message, trying to wipe the sounds of his ragged breaths and broken sobs from my mind.
But I couldn't.
I couldn't put the phone down as tears fill my eyes, as I listened to a boy die. It was cruel and twisted to hear him in his private moment with his ally, but I felt like I had to. I tortured myself as I listened to his whimpers fade until there was just silence.
The phone falls from my fingers as I curl my knees to my chest. Coach's cries of pain, his pleas to Belle spin through my head. I try to block them out, I try to block everything out but I couldn't, I hear his whimpers then I see Saylors face as he spits harsh words in my direction. Then I see Revan, his cheek red from where I had slapped him. Then Langley, the flesh of her face burnt, her body broken\n, her lifeless eyes staring up into the sky.
The images overwhelm me, crashing into me, suffocating me. "Leave me alone!" I scream at the ghosts, burying my head into my knees. And then I am like a child once again, crying for my mum, for her embrace, for her touch. "Mum, please... Please, I don't want to do this anymore. I- I want to go home."
I was stuck in a nightmare and I was ready to shake myself awake.