Okay, boys and girls, we’re doing another ‘guest blog’ from one of the characters in my novel PULLED. This time it’s from Etash’s POV. Fair warning: THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Bleach. That’s the first thing I register. The smell of bleach and dry, recycled air.
“Etash? You awake now?”
My mother’s thick Indian accent tickles my consciousness, urges me to open my eyes, to calm the worry lacing her voice. But I can’t. They feel heavy. Locked shut.
Feeling comes trickling down to my fingertips first, then to my toes. Each muscle registers its own unique ache.
I try to sit up in the blackness, but a wave of nausea overwhelms me as red hot daggers lick the left side of my face. Instinctively, I reach up to it only to discover the reason for my blindness. Bandages. Thick and soaked with what I can only assume is my blood. They cover the remains of what used to be my adolescent face.
And it all comes back.
I jumped out of the car.
While it was moving.
Her. I almost killed myself to see a girl I wasn’t sure even existed.