Audiobook -- Mystery/Suspense
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)Transcript
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I was in the bottom of a well looking up. It was a night I could see the stars. I was cold. I was wet. It was a long way to the top voices, the sound of voices that go down the well. They made my head throb. I tried to yell, but nothing came out. Someone's beeper went off voices and a beeper. They were driving me crazy. At the top of the well. A woman's face appeared. She smiled at me. Melanie, I called out Melanie. A spotlight blinded me. Not again. Please don't hit me again, Please. More money, I mumbled. Sh lie still words spoken in a low and reassuring tone. Someone touched my wrist. Someone with cool hands. I opened my eyes. I wasn't in a well. I was on my back, a nurse standing beside me. She was taking my pulse. I cocked my head up a bit. Curtains hung around me, where they parted. I could see people in white coats and hospital scrubs machines beeped. I put my head back down. Hello, I said, the words stumbling off my tongue. Hello, she said. She looked me over in a way that was both appraising and concerned. She seemed to exist in a zone of calm which she shared with me. Well, I live. My voice sounded bizarre and unnatural. It seemed to be out of sync with the movements of my mouth, my own voice dubbed into the movie of my life. She smiled. I think you have a few more years left in you. Her voice had a Midwestern twang making me think of apple pie. Okay, I'm gonna live. My voice came out in a sing song Far away. Someone laughed. Suddenly I felt very tired. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. I woke up again in a hospital room, my mouth so dry I could have sworn there was dust in it. When I tried to sit up my head and abdomen pro tested, it was light out. But it must have been early evening. The TV was turned on low to access Hollywood. Russell's left in a chair. Russell I croaked, his head snapped up and he opened, his eyes blinking. He appeared to be as disoriented as I waas. Oh, thank heavens, he said. He rubbed his face as if to wipe the fatigue off. How long have you been here? Since the ambulance brought you. I felt swelling in my belly and probed it Tender. Where am I? Laurel Hospital. You look awful. He did an exaggerated double take. You should talk, missy. I chuckled, then cringed. God, my throat was parched. You're kind, Russell. Go home. You shouldn't do this to yourself.