The Killer Copy
Joseph & Gail Caban
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Ness tried to move her head, but there was an unexplainable, heavy pain to it. She lifted her hand to her sticky matted hair and felt a wet warmth pulsating through her fingers. She could feel sharp prickles beneath her fingertips as she tried to move her hands.
“Mom, what happened?” Ness’ ears were ringing, but there was another blaring sound that was keeping her from much else; however, she could hear no response from her mom. Her headache was worsening as she could feel the pressure increasing in her ears.
“Mom?” Ness started coughing against the grip of her seatbelt. It was at this moment that she realized that she was hanging upside down—the car was on its roof.
Ness moved her head as slowly as she could and could see her mom’s body hanging limply from her seatbelt. The entire side that her mom was on was crumpled in from a side impact, and she didn’t respond to Ness’ calls. After turning slightly more—even though her neck and back cried out in pain—she managed to focus her vision on her mom . . . and what she saw truly horrified her: her mom’s body was completely mangled by the impact.
The driver side of the vehicle sustained the impact when another vehicle T-boned their SUV as it skipped a red light. The impact was powerful enough to force the SUV into the front of another vehicle and flip it over on its roof.
“Mommy, please s-s-s-s-say something?” Ness’ voice quivered as she tried to touch her, but it seemed too dark within the wreckage to see the full extent of her mother’s injuries.
She reached out and tried to touch her, but all she could feel was the same warm wetness on her mother’s limp body as she could feel oozing out of her head. All she could smell was the stench of concentrated metal, and it was making her more nauseous by the second. She knew she had to get out of the car.
Ness reached for the release of her seatbelt and pressed it. Her body crashed down onto the car’s ceiling and she cried out in pain. She could feel the slight numbness and tingling sensations in her hands and feet. She tried the door handle, but the deformation of the frame of the car prevented her from opening it—the window was blown out from the roll-over impact. Ness crawled towards the window and started cutting her arms on the shards of broken glass beneath her, but she persisted until she squeezed out of the opening. All she could hear was the constant blaring of the car’s horn as she slowly slipped into darkness.
Ness woke up to the beeping heart monitor next to her. She could feel the sensation of clean sheets and blankets keeping her warm, but she could smell the antiseptic in the room. Even though it was meant to keep everything clean and sterile to protect her from acquiring other infections, she felt oppressed by the smell as it burned her nostrils. She looked around, and though her vision was still blurry, she could see someone sitting in the chair next to her holding her hand. As she blinked a few more times, her vision came into focus and she recognized the figure.
“Daddy?” She asked quietly and awoke the sleeping figure. “Honey! You’re awake!” Heck Elliott leaned forward and had to stop himself from embracing her.
“What happened?” Ness asked, still waiting for her confusion to subside. “You were in an accident, Ness,” he said with an overwhelming amount of sorrow in his voice.
“Where am I? Where’s Mom?” she asked as she tried to move into a more comfortable position, but everything in her body screamed out in pain, which made her stop her movements.
“You’re in the hospital, honey. You and your mom went out to see a movie three nights ago, and you were involved in an accident,” her father’s eyes welled up with tears.
“Dad, where’s mom?” Ness asked again but now with a lot more concern in her voice.
Her father choked as he muttered, “Honey . . . she didn’t make
