Before Death
She cannot recall much of her life and happenings before she died. Scattered fragments of shouted voices and occasional glimpses of rushed and blurred scenes are all that she is capable of grasping for now. The ghostling isn’t certain if what she remembers is real or imagined, but a fire burns in her heart in response to some of what she sees. A determination, an anger, a fierce sense that something should be done to change things. A girl very near womanhood could be seen walking against a tide of passing people, her face set in determination and her stride steady, confident. Things could not go on the way they were going now. She would do everything in her power to make sure to make her statement well known, just as her lost parents had before her. Their cause robbed them from her, but she didn’t have anyone waiting for her, no one to leave behind. A short pang of loneliness pierces her and her pace slows for a moment. The girl shakes her head and presses on. She turns a corner into the room where she would leave another message for those who have been suppressing the freedom of the people.
They were waiting for her this time…Six or seven of them, guns drawn at the ready. The girl scarcely had time to react. The moment she reached for her own weapons, the thunderous roar of gunfire echoed down the empty halls. A hoarse gasp escapes her mouth as she stumbles back against the white walls of the hall. The intense defiant fire blazed in her darkening eyes as she glared at her foes. She slides down the wall to the cold tile floor, a crimson streak marking her descent. Their voices sound muffled as though she was underwater. Her fiery eyes close one final time as her head bows forward as the life leaves her.
