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.
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
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30
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.
