BLASIAN DOMINATION {Ada/Shaniqua}
”If you got anythin’ to say to the judge, you better start thinkin now,” Guards left and slammed the door.
Words floated amid the stale air and to their target. Shaniqua lay halfway unconscious, dizzied and dazed from a concussion. Her body clock was measured by pulses from her heart; she endured every beat. Before peeling open her lids, she ground her lips together. Felt the waxy covering and made sure it was still present. Clenched a fist and dug trenches with her shattered nails.
Simultaneously, her lips and eyes shot open—it was as if she’d come back from the dead—somehow miraculously resurrected. It was nigh impossible to destroy a will as indomitable as her’s.
Wires and IVs plugged into Shaniqua’s arms distributing salts and salines; the pain of each renewed as her heart pumped full circle. Low-hung eyes trailed the cords until she reached the sources. One by one, she yanked them--tore them out. Liquid valium spewed and sputtered.
"I needa get up outta dis bitch," A statement riddled with breaths came.
She rolled her eyes around to an adjacent window. It was unnaturally dark outside, like the light had somehow been smoked over by carcinogenic charcoal; reminiscent of Shaniqua's lids. Tumults of the storm battered the windows with a constant sheet of water.
Propped herself up. Bedside, in a box, laid her shoes and other personal belongings deemed "non lethal". She gladly and triumphantly reclaimed what they had so callously robbed from her. No phone. Slipped on her shoes; they were her wings. Archangel's wings she could accomplish any goal with. If she was a god, they'd be her "holy spirit".
Balancing on 6-inch pumps, gait reeling and unsteady, Shaniqua clacked over to the view. From the position taken, it seemed as though she stood atop a medieval castle--Casterly Rock--gray and leaking. A promontory overlooking vast heaps of nothingness. Spires shot out to gouge the lightning from the heavens themselves, and in the recesses, rain accumulated; capillaries compared to larger puddles. Her eyesight traveled beyond the roofs to the U shaped Main Entrance.
Legions of armed guards dedicated to stopping her cause buzzed and circumnavigated the hospital like Beez in the trap.
