dying as the sun is starting to rise is rather eerie. she always thought that she would die in the middle of the night or beneath blazing lights or maybe covered in her own slick, hot blood. she had thought that maybe the blood would have bubbled up in her throat, would spill down her front.
cinematic. beautiful, horrific, dazzling all at once. always the monster to be slain at the end, never the final girl in a movie.
she never thought it would be like this, lying in the grass, feeling her body growing colder and colder. watching the sun come up, her mind feeling slower and slower. trying to use that piece of her that could do much more than anyone else’s, reaching out for help. trying to summon the magic that used to feel like a bottomless well, trying to get it to reach out, to save her.
there’s a bitterness, an anger in her that she’s like this. never made it to eighteen, blood seeping down her front, life ebbing out of her. disappointment that she never got to see her real dad again, never got to speak to him. never got to get out of this town with adam, never got to see nora become a doctor. there is some satisfaction, though: at least her mother hadn’t done this, at least her father hadn’t been the one to snuff her out.
her eyes are fluttering. her mind is reaching out, trying so hard to communicate. to beg anyone to find her body, as the sun kept rising and rising.
margaret jo patton was dying alone, in a field, miles away from the home she kept running from. she was dying in full view of a sunrise, her hair growing redder as the light hit her, redder to match the blood staining her dress. the bulletholes line themselves down her clavicle, her stomach, her neck. her legs are splayed, knees bruised and dirty from her attempt to flee the man who had shot at her. her eyes flutter, trying hard to cling to what life remained to her, trying to reach with her mind as far as she could, hoping someone, anyone would find her.
she only had a few moments more of life in her, a miracle in and of itself. but they were fading fast.
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