Questions [1]

Macy screams. The unnerving crackle of lightning snaps in the sky. Then, the roof comes toppling over me. I shake the dizziness, willing myself to process what’s happening. I’m lying on the wet tiles of the tattoo parlour, raindrops drowning my lifeless body from overhead. The dark grey clouds and cool, unceasing droplets appear like smoke and ice in my vision. I blink. My name ripples… echoes… travelling towards me from somewhere in the distance. It sounds like Ethan. It might be. Winter follows my spine all the way from my lower back, into my neck. I stare upwards. Am I going to die? I blink. I don’t want to die.

My eyes shut slowly.

The echo of my name finds me again; a radar locating me in the fog. It wakes me; it keeps me conscious, but I’m too weak to respond. I hear the pattering of heavy footsteps splashing in the puddles around me –swift feet desperately trying to reach my side.

With all the might in me, I gasp for one last breath. I try to respond.

I don’t remember if I did.