[ While Fandaniel stands stricken by the memory dragging itself through both vision and mind, Fai is treated to something distinctly different but similar in other ways.
Your head is ringing, you feel confused, and something sticky and red is dripping down your— no, not down, but up. You hang upside-down, a seatbelt keeping you trapped in your seat. You smell car exhaust and fire, and finally, finally, the screaming next to you cuts through the daze. A younger child — you can't be more than ten yourself — shrieks in terror and pain from next to you.
Meteion. Your little sister. You recall the screams of fear from the front seats, where your parents should have been, but that's been crushed in. You look, the gore forces your gaze away. Meteion, she's still alive, right? Right?!
Shaking, you struggle with the seatbelt, escaping it and falling with a painful thump while your sister screams and cries and calls for you, Amon, Amon, she needs your help, where are you, where are you?!
By the time you're scrabbling and pulling at the wreckage that cuts you off from her side, slicing up your fingers on it, even burning them when they dig at hot metal. By the time anyone arrives to pull you out and away, you're still trying, but the screaming has trailed off into whimpers, then, at last, silence... ]
cw car accidents, familial death, distress 1/2
Your head is ringing, you feel confused, and something sticky and red is dripping down your— no, not down, but up. You hang upside-down, a seatbelt keeping you trapped in your seat. You smell car exhaust and fire, and finally, finally, the screaming next to you cuts through the daze. A younger child — you can't be more than ten yourself — shrieks in terror and pain from next to you.
Meteion. Your little sister. You recall the screams of fear from the front seats, where your parents should have been, but that's been crushed in. You look, the gore forces your gaze away. Meteion, she's still alive, right? Right?!
Shaking, you struggle with the seatbelt, escaping it and falling with a painful thump while your sister screams and cries and calls for you, Amon, Amon, she needs your help, where are you, where are you?!
By the time you're scrabbling and pulling at the wreckage that cuts you off from her side, slicing up your fingers on it, even burning them when they dig at hot metal. By the time anyone arrives to pull you out and away, you're still trying, but the screaming has trailed off into whimpers, then, at last, silence... ]