2013, all rights reserved. For a long time it was simply dark. The deepest, darkest blackness Caelyn could ever have imagined—and yet it was darker even than that. Caelyn knew she’d been in a terrible accident. That much, she knew for sure. Everything else was kind of a mystery. Fading in, the darkness lifted slightly, like a curtain rising, but she was still in some kind of fog. “Hurry up, Jake. Hurry up.” A familiar voice, but Caelyn couldn’t speak. She couldn’t really even see. For some reason, though, she could still hear. A somewhat panicked voice. “They’re hurt bad.” “Just grab the bag, and the gun. Anything else that could get him or us in trouble.” “What about Elijah?” “The cops and EMTs are on their way, Jake. Can’t you hear the sirens?” “Fuck, I can’t believe you—“ “Just give me the damn bag, Jake, and shut up.” And then the curtain of darkness lowered once more, blocking out the world. Fading in. There wasn’t as much fear as there might have been.
