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    The Tester

    Story written on February 3, 2009 by veba.
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    Chapter 14

    Chapter 14

    Shane woke up but, at first, her body didn’t respond well. It was like she was unable to move her limbs in the way she wanted to; or better, it was like she was suddenly victim of the phantom limb syndrome. She groaned from the bottom of her throat, squeezed her eyes shut, then she opened them again, and again she struggled against the light in the room. It was weak and dim, but yet her eyes hurt. She took a deep breath and her stomach twisted, making her wince.

    So, she ran her palm on her face, noticing that her hair was dry, and also noticing that she was wearing sweater pants and a tank top. And that she was laying into her bed.

    “What the fuck”, she tried to murmur, and it came out more like “Wha fu”. She shook her head and cleared her throat, trying to get rid of her dry mouth.

    “Cah…”, she tried to call out, tentatively. She pursed her lips and then tried again.

    “Carmen!”.

    Nobody answered. Shane rested the back of her head on her pillow, sighing heavily, her eyes wide open in the faint light of the bedroom. She pricked up her ears and realized that there was a soft music playing in the background. A blues.

    There was a black voice singing.

    ”I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand
    And I followed her to the station with a suitcase in my hand…”

    “Carmen!”, Shane repeated, in a louder tone.

    The door was ajar, a thin blade of light peeped in and Shane struggled to sit up, but again her limbs didn’t respond.

    When she was about to give in and surrender to the obscure loneliness she was feeling inside, Carmen’s face appeared in the door frame. At first, she looked like a ghost suddenly materialized from nothing. Then, Shane focused on her long, curly hair, on the tanned, moisturized skin of her face, on the endless depth of her eyes, and ran her tongue on her lips, painfully. Her heart hammered against the fragile armor of her chest and Shane felt her breath itching a little. Carmen was still there, in her apartment, watching over her, and God knew why she hadn’t killed her in her sleep, yet.

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