Post by shima on Aug 12, 2011 18:22:58 GMT -5
It's in two parts, this is part 1
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His parents were talking about something political in the front seats, his father keeping a careful eye on the road as his hands waved at some thing his mother had said to him. Aoi sat on the right side of the car, behind his mother, pressing his small feet against her feet. His two older siblings sat bickering in the seats next to him about where they should keep the window open or not. It was a perfectly normal day.
His shoes were black, with brand new laces, he had just gotten them and wore them against his mother's wishes. 'Aoi, sweety, those are your new shoes... are you sure you want to wear them to grandma's? You could get them dirty.' He was sure, he loved these sneakers, and he wanted to show them to his grandmother, and show off to his brothers. He had been the only one behaving that day so he had been the only one who got a reward.
Turning his head toward his brothers he bonked them both on the back of the head, "Hey! Stop! Just leave the window up!" He scolded, his voice sounding so little compared to their maturing ones. They both growled and turned to yell at Aoi, but dropped their annoyed expression to look past Aoi. "What?" He asked whipping his head toward the window behind him.
His eyes widened at the sight of a red pickup truck speeding toward them, showing no sign of slowing, the lights were so bright. Such a pretty bright light.
"AOI!" was the last scream he heard before he descended into darkness.
The smell of plastic was everywhere, it mixed with this horrible metallic smell. That was first sense he regained. The memory of what had just happened, hadn't returned to the boy just yet. The same metallic smell that hung around him was now in his mouth, he tasted it. It stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he was unable to rub it off with his tongue. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a weak gurgling sound came out.
From this darkness, Aoi started hearing a buzzing noise. Within a couple of moments the buzzing only got louder, and louder, until it was a screeching sound in his ear. He ached to raise his hands over his ears, but they weren't responding to his desires. What's happening? The young boy thought. A wailing noise now joined the horrible screeching, it was a woman's screams. At this moment it was just a string of incomprehensible gibberish, but after a while he could distinguish it, My baby, my baby.
His mother's voice.
Now he was starting to panic. From the depths of this darkness, he pulled himself to consciousness, and instantly regretted it. The pain came in a huge wave, sucking his feet right out from under him and sending him hurtling back into the darkness where nothing hurt.
No, he needed the pain, he might have only been seven years old but he knew enough to know that if you were in pain at least that meant you were alive. Everything burned with such intensity, that it made him dizzy, the most agonizing pain was coming from his face, to be more specific, his eyes.
The screeching finally came to and end, and the overwhelming sound of bending metal took it's place. He willed himself to open his eyes and see what was going on, but he couldn't. It didn't matter how much he tried, he couldn't open his eyes to see anything.
Aoi had been coming in and out of consciousness as the rescue workers placed him on a stretcher. The sound of the emergency helicopter drowned out any other noise, "It's going to be okay." A stranger's voice whispered into his ear.
But Aoi knew it wasn't.
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His parents were talking about something political in the front seats, his father keeping a careful eye on the road as his hands waved at some thing his mother had said to him. Aoi sat on the right side of the car, behind his mother, pressing his small feet against her feet. His two older siblings sat bickering in the seats next to him about where they should keep the window open or not. It was a perfectly normal day.
His shoes were black, with brand new laces, he had just gotten them and wore them against his mother's wishes. 'Aoi, sweety, those are your new shoes... are you sure you want to wear them to grandma's? You could get them dirty.' He was sure, he loved these sneakers, and he wanted to show them to his grandmother, and show off to his brothers. He had been the only one behaving that day so he had been the only one who got a reward.
Turning his head toward his brothers he bonked them both on the back of the head, "Hey! Stop! Just leave the window up!" He scolded, his voice sounding so little compared to their maturing ones. They both growled and turned to yell at Aoi, but dropped their annoyed expression to look past Aoi. "What?" He asked whipping his head toward the window behind him.
His eyes widened at the sight of a red pickup truck speeding toward them, showing no sign of slowing, the lights were so bright. Such a pretty bright light.
"AOI!" was the last scream he heard before he descended into darkness.
The smell of plastic was everywhere, it mixed with this horrible metallic smell. That was first sense he regained. The memory of what had just happened, hadn't returned to the boy just yet. The same metallic smell that hung around him was now in his mouth, he tasted it. It stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he was unable to rub it off with his tongue. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a weak gurgling sound came out.
From this darkness, Aoi started hearing a buzzing noise. Within a couple of moments the buzzing only got louder, and louder, until it was a screeching sound in his ear. He ached to raise his hands over his ears, but they weren't responding to his desires. What's happening? The young boy thought. A wailing noise now joined the horrible screeching, it was a woman's screams. At this moment it was just a string of incomprehensible gibberish, but after a while he could distinguish it, My baby, my baby.
His mother's voice.
Now he was starting to panic. From the depths of this darkness, he pulled himself to consciousness, and instantly regretted it. The pain came in a huge wave, sucking his feet right out from under him and sending him hurtling back into the darkness where nothing hurt.
No, he needed the pain, he might have only been seven years old but he knew enough to know that if you were in pain at least that meant you were alive. Everything burned with such intensity, that it made him dizzy, the most agonizing pain was coming from his face, to be more specific, his eyes.
The screeching finally came to and end, and the overwhelming sound of bending metal took it's place. He willed himself to open his eyes and see what was going on, but he couldn't. It didn't matter how much he tried, he couldn't open his eyes to see anything.
Aoi had been coming in and out of consciousness as the rescue workers placed him on a stretcher. The sound of the emergency helicopter drowned out any other noise, "It's going to be okay." A stranger's voice whispered into his ear.
But Aoi knew it wasn't.
