Something is wrong, I can feel it.
The world isn’t quite right. At the back of my throat the bitter taste of adrenaline mixes with a coppery tang.
Something is very wrong. Where am I?
Please stop crying, my head hurts.
I can smell gasoline, feel the disturbance of twisted metal.
I’ll open my eyes, please stop crying.
Why are you upside down? You’re all wrong.
No, the world is upside down.
I’m all wrong. I’m the outsider. I don’t belong here.
Please stop crying, it wasn’t your fault.
No baby, I can’t promise you that.
Please, no ultimatums, no or elses. We can’t threaten or bargain our way out of this.
You’ll be okay.
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is Or else. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *