Page 62 of Not Her Day to Die

Because, in this moment, I know with certainty.

If Luna dies, we will have to go through all of this.

Again and again and again and again and again.

And again.

A series of bangs and crashes sound outside our cell, but I ignore them. Focusing on the woman before me.

“No Luna!” I’m jumping forward now.

I want to save her. I want to stop this loop. I want to march to my own beat.

To escape this insanity.

My head bangs against the brick wall as I fall onto her, the razor bouncing along the floor.

I register that Luna is okay as my vision darkens.

And just like that, I forge my own path.

The Wildflower.

Part III Baby Girl

Playlist for parts III & IV.

October 6th

Rain falls around me, in large piercing pelts, it bounces off the road, but not my skin. Instead, it goes straight through me, onto the ground.

I can’t exactly feel it, but my mind plays tricks on me and it isn’t long before I am crawling out of my skin.

My head pivots, searching for clues of where I have landed this time.

A single flickering street light blinks through the otherwise darkness. The moon is covered by clouds and the storm that rages on around me.

A flash of lightning in the sky illuminates the area.

Déjà vu swallows me whole.

A flickering light. A bend. One side is a forest, the other is an embankment. The guard rail is bent.

It still hasn’t been fixed.

Why am I here?

Why of all places am I where Tripp and Auggie were killed?

The questions move my feet closer and closer to the edge.