Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|


27. Four



My mouth is slack as I stare out at the passing road. Shapes move by too fast for me to comprehend. Tree, car, car, bush, tree. It never stops, and all that's underneath me is black pavement, flashing alternating yellow and white lines. The sun's setting rays touch the road, casting shadows over the forest as it flies by.

I'm stuck, it seems. Thoughts are racing through my head, faster that I can understand them.

Move your neck move your neck why won't it move oh it hurts it hurts move your neck the shapes the trees the road the road look out the other window more you neck move your neck-

Silent tears roll down my cheeks. My entire body seems to be frozen, and I want to, I desperately want to move my arms, move my neck, move any part of me.

But I'm frozen, my whole body is stiff.

I can't move.

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