Crashed

Because

You were soft and you smelled like water and moved like it too, your eyes were the colour of the sea on a cloudy day, clear grey, and your lips are parted slightly now, they’re moving, calling my name, and your mouth was fresh and tasted of light smoke, because you smoked, you always smoked after sex, and the room would smell of it, of smoke, and sex, and you, and why am I thinking of you in the past tense, Ally, Ally, what’s happening?

I

It hurts, I don’t know what’s happening, Ally, Ally are you there, will you stay with me, Ally, it’s loud here and there are bright lights flashing and sirens screaming and I’m lying down and it’s bumpy, I keep getting jostled, and it hurts, it hurts, Ally, but you’re there, aren’t you, yes, I can feel you, you’re holding my hand, and your fingers are long and thin and stronger than they look and I can hear you, you’re talking to me, I can’t make out most of what you’re saying but you keep calling my name and I always loved the way you said my name, it sounds special, it sounds safe in your mouth

Am

Ally, what’s going on, things are getting quieter, they’re slowing down, like a cassette that’s gotten tangled, like wading in treacle, and all I can hear now is the pain as my ribs are cracked and my legs broken and my head bleeds and my blood pounds and pulses in my ears and all I can hear is wave after wave of agony as it rises in a crescendo so immense it burns and freezes all at once and it’s now I realise I’m

Fading

Dying

---

A/N: This is just the prologue, and I know it’s a bit abstract. It’ll make more sense once the story starts properly. So review, please! I need to know what people think.

And I will be finishing Bloodstained. Promise! Incidently, if you haven’t read that, go read it. Please? I’m a review whore.

Okay, shameless self-advertising over.