Ripples of shivers, a dark, cold feeling, and then darkness.
I feel a hand placed on my shoulder and the impact made my lunch churn in my stomach. Lunch. I didn't have lunch. I've been trapped in this dark dystopia for days. "Come with me, Margot," I look up in the direction of the hand on my shoulder, but see nothing but the darkness and terrors that surround me. The voice and what I thought was a hand came out of thin air, and just like that, they evaporated.
"Come with me and see the new sights." The voice was dripping down the back of my mind, I know that voice. I knew it from somewhere. "Come with me, Margot." it was poetic, almost like a song. The voice was low, aching, it rolled easily from whoever's tongue, but it stretched and strained my ears, the jaws of the indescribable. How am I supposed to word this low, deepening voice? This scraping, slow voice. How?
Shifting, everything was shifting around me, the grey sky flew down to me, and with a sharp inhale- I awoke.
Margot is pronounced margo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A girl was in a deadly accident and was trapped in a coma, this story starts when she wakes up, but there's a strange voice trapped inside her, and she's terrified to sleep.