Just a drabble idek it's like 3 am and i can't sleep
"Church!"
The far off sound of someone calling Allison's name tugged her from darkness. When she surfaced, so did a sharp pain in her chest. "Church, oh thank god you're okay! You're going to be okay. Please hold on--" The voice cut off in her ears, as the darkness began to cover her again.
She was pulled out of it a second time, only now she was moving, in a vehicle, and gunshots rang in her ears. The blonde slurred out something that she couldn't understand, and it made her want to laugh. Only whatever was making her chest hurt made her want to cry, and that's what her body seemed to do. She could feel sobs wrack in her chest, and could hear voices sounding comforting but she didn't know what they were saying. She kept crying, not knowing what else she could do.
The next time she comes out of darkness, she doesn't know when she went under, only now she's okay. Allison is standing beside a bed, and a body sits with a white sheet draped over to cover the face. In the back of her mind, she knows it's her. And for some reason, she doesn't seem to mind all that much.
Her husband and daughter cry when they see her bullet-filled body, pale and lifeless in the coffin, but dressed to look nice despite that she would have never worn that outfit in her life. Allison leans over her family, holds them, even if they can't see her, and let's them mourn over her.
When it comes time to bury her, she's pulled to go. She'll wait for them, wherever her spirit goes, be it in a new life or an after life. And instead of going black, everything goes white.
Allison wakes up, and she doesn't know her name, or who she is. A man tells her that her name is Beta, but she'll be called Texas. Today is her birthday, and she is very important. The man strokes where she thinks her face is, and whispers something under his breath before another pulls him away, and she's left alone.
And for the first time in her very short life, Texas feels something. She feels... tired.
