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Katherine Athena (oceantoocean) wrote in we_float,

Katherine took the knife from the drawer, spreading the peanut butter heavy on the bread as she spoke. It was something she never ate in public, a reminder of the same childhood she'd been trained to forget.

"As I said, I was riding my bike down this hill all the kids used to call Big Sue." She smiled a little. "I don't know why we called it that." Setting the knife on the counter, she took a bite of the sandwich, swallowing it before continuing.

"I was going fast. I had this bet with myself that if I pedaled as hard as I could going down the hill, I'd be able to go three blocks without pedaling afterwards. It was silly kid stuff." Her thumb crushed the bread without realizing, tiny bits of peanut butter squeezing from the hole. "I didn't count on the car."

"It was one of those new stealth models--the kind they were making back then that they recalled because no one could hear them coming. It hit me and the bike and threw us both to the side of the road. All I remember at first is the crunch." Katherine stared down at the sandwich in her hand, then walked over and threw it in the trash. She wasn't hungry any longer. "I looked at my arm in the grass and it was... twisted and I hurt and that goddamn black car--it just left. There was no one else there and I got scared."

"Then I felt it. My chest started to hurt and all of my muscles began to tear and I was bleeding all over the place." She bit her lip. "I couldn't take off my coat because my arm was broken and I was afraid to move my other arm because that was the side that my chest hurt on but I didn't want to bleed to death. I started crying and then, screaming, but no one came. The car didn't turn around and then... it started to happen. My heart began to push itself out of its chest." Katherine turned away. "I don't think you want the gory details."

"When my father finally found me, because it was after dark by then, he said that it was a good thing no one else had come across me. But when you're nine, you don't think like that. You don't. All that I remembered was that no one came."