Thread: Nevermore: Neither Here Nor There (Haru & Mally)

The hope for your daughters recovery is very slim. With the way that the crash had been, the car hit her side and she took the brunt of it. It saved your sons life but unfortunately The sounds of silent weeping above all the other silence was disconcerting. The doctor cleared his throat and continued on. We can keep her on life support, that while the recovery is slim, the healing process is still possible. She was brought in immediately which saved her from dying and it allowed us to stabilize her and get her in for treatment. We can do everything we can for and keep her comfortable but its her brain that we need to worry about most. There is severe swelling that we have gotten control of to reduce it. After that, the rest will be up to her. After that, if she starts to take a turn for the worse, well like I said, we can keep her comfortable but we will just need your word toto He cleared his throat and watched her mother start to cry harder. Because if there was no turn around, the inevitable was something he always hated telling patients or their families. Hospice. Emory Martinique was nineteen years old, ventured into her first year in college, majoring in computer science and English literature and had a lot of things going for her, despite her awkward nature and her lack of social skills. Until the night of her brothers high school football game. It was a great game and he was the quarterback on the varsity team and he was only a junior. Right after the game, the plan was to go to dinner with their parents and then shed drop him off at his friends house for a party. Hed find his own way back home, he always did. And he never complained because he knew how important these family dinners were. Especially when this one was to celebrate their victory at the football game. It was on the way to the restaurant, Emory behind the wheel, that a truck struck her car on the drivers side. Her brother got away from the accident with just a bump on his head and some bruises, along with a broken arm. Emory on the other hand was in the hospital bed on life support. They all thought she was fighting for her life but she wasnt. Not really. No, she was kind of somewhere else. Sure, physically she was in the hospital bed and really seriously injured. It was like she had an out of body experience. That when the accident happened, she separated from her body and went somewhere else. She didnt know what happened to her. She didnt know she was on the cusp of death. As far as Emory was concerned, she was fine. She just went to a different place. A different place not of this Earth or this realm in fact. It was an entirely different realm altogether. She was neither here nor there. Nevermore. At least thats what the broken sign said as she stood amongst this vast green hilltop, overlooking this new land. No tall buildings, no cars, just green, old structured buildings dotting along the horizon and the sun was large but not imposing or beaming its heat rays so painfully. The wind was crisp, the air was far less polluted and her allergies disappeared as if they never existed. Her long dark brown hair lightly blew with the wind and with a shaky finger, she pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose. Whoa. I am definitely not in New York anymore. The last thing she remembered was driving to the restaurant with her brother. After that, everything else was a blur and all of a sudden she came here. She was still dressed in her clothes from earlier skinny jeans ripped at the knees with beaten up converse on her feet. She had on a graphic tee with a portrait of zombie lovers on it and wore her gray hoodie over it. Emory felt confusion, this sort of odd disorientation of where she was. She felt highly discombobulated and her head was throbbing, she didnt even know why. It was like she was right out of a video game, some sort of weird medieval setting which made no sense to her since the year was 2016, not the early 1000s. To her right, she saw a trail that led down the green hilltop and she started to walk it slowly, not looking where she was stepping, only focused on getting closer to the village she saw. The path she walked went straight toward the village and she was getting closer too. Get off the road! Looking behind her, she saw horses thundering closer to her pulling a carriage along with a man commandeering it. He had a whip in hand to drive the horses faster and he was the one that roared at her. Get off the road! He bellowed again, clearly not stopping. At the last minute, Emory jumped out of the way and landed in the dirty and grass, dirtying her clothes up a bit too. The horses and carriage whizzed right by her but other than that, and thankfully too, the man hadnt even taken notice or stock of her. Standing, she dusted herself off when another carriage rolled by. One of the wheels hit a wet patch in the dirt trail and a splash of mud splattered onto her. She groaned in dismay and then moved onto the trail. Hey! Watch where youre going! She hollered. Big mistake. The carriage stopped and the man jumped off and looked at her, a mean glare on his face. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, had a long beard and instantly took out a knife. Witch. He seethed. How dare you! He started to charge at her and Emory gulped. She turned and started running, going back up the hill. He didnt pursue her any longer, just screamed some foul choice words at her before going about his business she had disrupted him from. Emory decided to stay on the hill. It was safer. But word soon traveled quick of a strange wanderer. The people started to call her a witch because she was so out of place. But they were wary of her and she hadnt even fully arrived yet.