.& a starter for @aidonaea as chosen from this post ;;
1. aesthetic thread — + 2. dark thread
when she thinks of her childhood, there’s sunshine and the ocean - a sparkling mirage of such crystal blue, it hurt her eyes and even when recalling it; she had to squint to properly face the expanding mass of surging water. but her fingertips tremble and a shortness of breath wracks her chest, making her anxious; she can’t swim, and her father knows that. he’s holding her hand tight, telling her it’s alright, they can stay back and safe away from the shore. jessica can see her sister, only three yeas old, bravely tackling the foamy rolls of small waves that wet the white sand with bare feet.
even into her adult life, she’d never learned to swim; but had developed a fascination for aquariums, loving to go and visit them aplenty when she had the chance. her favourite? the jellyfish her dad often compared her too. beautiful, he’d smiled, but deadly to touch! she’d often smiled at that, leaned back in a quiet moment and chuckled at his affectionate words -- the taste of honey on her tongue, warm tea and long summers in San Francisco. beautiful memories, a beautiful home and the warmth of a loving family. her parents dancing to Andrea Bocelli in the kitchen late at night, whispering how much they still loved each other.
the dream shatters when pain suddenly grips every inch of her body, a stabbing breath turning her dreams grey and the scent of copper blood fills her nose. she gasps, and eyes fly open but the scene around her is one of despair but wrong--- the sky is where the ground should be, and smashed glass skews her view. a pressure cuts into her lap and blood rushes to her head; the car is flipped, the dashboard shattered and the airbags had deflated some time ago. she reaches down, a trembling hand reaching for the clasp of her seat-belt, unclipping the piece and in the next moment, she plunges with gravity. hitting the roof of her destroyed vehicle, she grunts in pain when shoulders are crushed into broken glass.
how did it happen, jess?
she can’t remember, blindly knowing she needed to get out of the car - she stretches a leg and kicks at the spider-cracked pattern of ruined glass on the door, trying to either completely ruin the glass or get the door open.
driving.... there was no one else around.... it’s a country road.... her and another car, maybe--- did she hit head first?
her cheek is sticky from congealed blood, she thinks there’s a wound on her temple or somewhere near her hairline; she’s getting panicked, needing to get out -- the car groans around her, the tank of oil makes a sloshing sound and she kicks harder. the glass splits and then erupts into shards, she kicks out the few shards and pushes her body out. her shoulders hurt, her head is dizzy and her chin drips thick red blood.
what happened here, jessy girl? who did this?
she crawls to the outside, the sky is thick and heavy with rain; and the wind whips hard around her cheeks and she throws her gaze around. no other car--- but hers is totaled. did they drive away? on her knees against the road; she looks around.
“HELLO?!” her voice cracked, who else was here?
