It Came From Outer Space…

I’m getting somewhere. If I could just keep myself calm more often that would really help.

The air felt so clear and everything was so bright. She stepped through the room and her arms outstretched as they were couldn’t hope to reach the walls. She could feel more than see that there were thin wisps of curtains whispering in the breeze ahead of her as she walked towards the opening. It was not a window because it seemed to take up almost the whole wall, and she knew if she just stepped through she would be within the rest of the city, among the others.
Just one more step…
and another…
and soon there would be nothing just the freedom of…

She came down with a thud, it had something to do with falling off the bed. Her legs were tangled in Jonas’. She pulled herself free of his almost iron grip, clumsy with the dregs of her take. She scraped her knee on a bent soda can, stick with week-old contents as she did so.
She rubbed her eyes dry for a few moments trying to readjust. Her mouth tasted foul. Everywhere had been so warm, the walls sparkled, the huge windows, the curtains billowing, trying to caress her.
She stood slowly and lurched towards the bathroom, but stopped when she saw the figure in the mirror behind, yet in front of her. Her stomach curled in on itself and dropped towards her toes at the same time her hands clenched up as her nails dug back into her palms.
“Leave me alone! I’m not going!” she picked up something to hurl at the mirror—but it turned out to be a sock and didn’t have much strength behind it anyway.
“Oh, relax. I’m not here for you.”
She whirled around, almost falling over in her haste to look at Jonas. The slight discoloration of the skin. The stains on his clothes from shitting himself. The tightness of his arms and legs from convulsing into the next plane.
“No! No! No!” she screamed resisting the compulsion to drop back to the floor, “Haven’t you done enough?”
“Not nearly.”

I’ve pretty well gotten to the end of that section of Dane things, now I’m just trying to decide where the next few bits will go. If Dane’s piece is the best place to begin things or if I should start with the others, slot Dane in and then continue from the point where she meets with the others again. I’m trying to decide, also, if I should prologue with the events that happened to cause her to leave in the first place, or just show those in flashback throughout the story. Either way I need to write them out. Perhaps I should just keep writing what comes and sort out the order once they’re all out of me.

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