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Killswitch 2: Try and Use a MirrorWhen Darcy Moore was nine years old, she died for the first time.Killswitch 2: Try and Use a Mirror by 2138
It wasn't anyone's fault. Darcy was a weak little girl, a premature birth who never quite recovered from her awkward early start. No matter what her mother did or how much her parents spent on specialists, she remained as she'd always been: nervous, fretful, and asthmatic. No better, no worse. But things will happen, and shortly after her ninth birthday, Darcy came down with a case of winter pneumonia she just couldn't shake.
So it goes, as Vonnegut would say. Everything was a haze of pain—pressure in her chest, dozens of injections and what felt like hundreds of doctors, while she sweated out all over the nice clean hospital sheets. Then the pressure seemed to vanish, she gasped for a fresh lungful of clean sweet air, and the doctors panicked as her monitors flatlined.
After a certain point, it had seemed funny. Darcy remembered sitting there, watching the color drain from her skin, while fresh machines were wheeled in
Hello! I'm writer and (very) amateur artist, and I'm exactly the sort of sad person that thinks this DevID is hilarious.|
I go through phases in my life, usually based around what I'm reading, writing and researching at the time. The current phase is ancient Egypt, and it's lasted on and off for . . . oh . . . twenty-five years. The mania normally lurks below the surface, but I'm currently working on a book involving Egyptian characters and magic, and that gave it an excuse to run wild. Mea culpa.