Page 8 of Born Reckless

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Page 8 of Born Reckless

The last thing I see is her tear and blood-soaked face.

And then I see and feel nothing at all.

Chapter Two

My world isfire and acid.

For a few blissful seconds… minutes… hours, everything was fine. I dissolved into nothing. Death came to embrace me with cold arms that somehow felt comforting. In the dark, in the quiet—for the first time ever, nothing could get to me. Nothing could hurt me. My soul finally felt at peace.

There were never any kids teasing me that I didn’t have parents.

There were never older boys trying to talk me into letting them touch me.

There were never angry group home leaders smacking me because I’d gotten testy.

It was just… dark.

And then the heat came.

It gathered in my chest. It leaked out into my veins, and even though blood wasn’t pumping through my heart—not yet—it traveled into every corner of me.

Soon it wasn’t just heat. It was flames licking along my insides. A tiny wildfire that was able to fit within the confines of my arteries, the pathways through my body.

I wanted to scream. Itriedto scream. I was nothing but a rounding chorus of shrieks and pain.

Then the fire shifted into acid. It burned me away. It surely dissolved my skin. Next, it came for my muscles. Then my organs. Finally, it ate its way into my bones, and then I was sure there was nothing left of me.

If there was nothing left of me, how could there still be this burning, searing, agonizing pain?

But I couldn’t do anything. I laid there, lost in this hell, burning through death.

“I’ll just bein the next room over.”

The very first words sink into my brain, making any kind of sense in this insanity.

“Take a break. It is still going to be a few more hours. And you can’t be anywhere near her when it happens.”

“Fine. But it can’t be long now. It’s nine. She died around one-thirty.”

So hot. The heat gives one last blaze through my body.

But finally, centimeter by centimeter, I feel the heat receding from the far reaches of my body.

As I hear a door open, as I hear feet walk across the space, my toes are no longer engulfed in flames. As the door closes, and it’s quiet in here, my fingertips finally cool.

It smells… clean in here, wherever I am. It smells like cleaner and laundry detergent and new furniture. But underlying it all, I smell the unmistakable scent of cigarette smoke, and the sour scent of alcohol.

There are voices. Dozens, hundreds of voices. All beneath me, and I realize that I’m high up. There are layers and layers of people beneath me.

Slowly, my hands cool. My shins lose their fire.

My lungs stir, and I take in a deeper breath.

Open your eyes, open your eyes,I chant to myself.

But the fire hasn’t completely released me yet.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I hear a voice in the next room over. “I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me.”




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