Updated: Jan 2, 2019
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Spinner Story: Chapter 2
Jay groaned, blinking dust from her eyes. She reached up to wipe them off, and her hand came away wet. Blood. But her eyes were okay; her vision had cleared with a little blinking, though it was dim in the room. The blood was coming from somewhere else. Her heart raced with panic. She probed her forehead with her fingers and winced. It was sore, but only bleeding a little. Already there was less blood on her fingers than at first. She coughed, and pain shot through her side. Dust puffed up from the ground beside where she lay, stirred by her breath. She felt dazed. Where was she?
Wait. The pageant.
Jay gasped and sat up, stopping herself just before whacking her head on an enormous wooden beam. She looked around, her pulse careening as she took in her situation.
The building had collapsed around her, but she was in a pocket – the chairs had stopped the beams from falling all the way, bracing them up in a small tent of safety. But beyond where she sat – she couldn’t be sure. There were chunks of concrete and wooden beams and rubble all around her, blocking her view.
Jay coughed again, forcing the dust from her lungs. It hurt; both in her chest and in her ribs. How much dust did I breathe in? And her rib was probably cracked or broken; but at least she was alive.
“Kyle!” she yelled, coughing again involuntarily. “Kyle?”
“Aren’t you a lucky duck,” a voice giggled beside her.
Jay whipped around and found spectral eyes staring back at her, looking amused.
“What have you done?” Jay asked. “Look at what you caused!”
The ghost laughed. “What I’ve caused? You must mean saving your life, of course. You wouldn’t dare be talking of anything else, would you?”
“Save my... You did this! You made it all collapse! You could have killed me! The overpass – “ Jay shivered, afraid to think how bad this could really be, what she might find when she got a look at the full disaster. “Dozens of people... you... How could you do this? Don’t you know I’m trying? This was never part of our deal!”
A haunting laugh drifted in from another direction, another of the ghosts nearby.
“Deal?” said the ghost in front of her. “Who said we ever had a deal? You had a job to do, and you didn’t do it, and now we’ve made sure you lived so that you can. Business, Jayana. Nothing more. We don’t make deals. We just want what you’ve promised us. Now we’ve saved your life, so one could say that you owe us.”
Jay’s blood went cold.
The ghost smirked. “Careful though! This pile of wreckage doesn’t look so stable to me. Wouldn’t want it to come crashing down on you – or dear, helpless Kyle.”
The ghost laughed again, then vanished.
“Kyle,” Jay called again, more tentative this time. Please let him be okay. He had been right beside her when the roof caved in... “Kyle?”
It was dim and hard to see details of what surrounded her, and Jay was afraid to move too quickly, for fear of disturbing the wooden beam braced above her. It seemed to be holding up a bunch of other collapsed materials from the roof, like a tent pole in the mound of rubble. But Kyle –
Jay felt out with her left hand and hit something solid and warm. She spun, trying to focus her eyes into the shadows beneath the wooden beam. She could just barely make out the chair Kyle’s leg had been trapped under, standing in a safe pocket – if it could be called that – beneath another large piece of fallen roof. He was unconscious.
She slid toward him, careful not to bump the wooden beam or anything else around them. “Kyle?”
He seemed pale, even in the dim light. She placed her hand tentatively on his chest. He was alive. She could feel his heart beating steadily and his chest rising and falling with breath. She shook him gently and he moaned, then blinked his eyes open. “Jayana?”
Jay sucked in a relieved breath. “Shh, it’s okay; don’t try to move,” Jay said. He remembered her name; that was good – his brain must be clear. But he didn’t look well. His leg had been a problem before, and now it could be worse. How much worse, she didn’t yet know. But it was best if he kept still until she could assess things.
“I thought we were about to die,” Kyle whispered, his brown eyes peering up at her.
So did I, Jay thought.
Kyle coughed, and pain shot across his face.
“What’s wrong? What is it?” Jay asked, worried he had a new injury.
“Just my leg,” Kyle said. “It hurts.” His voice quivered on the last word.
“I know, I’m sorry,” Jay said. “Just... stay here. I need to see if there’s a way out.”
Jay sank back, examining the situation. Like her own spot, the rubble seemed to have magically fallen around Kyle and not on top of him – yet another thing for which the ghosts would likely claim she owed them. But at least Kyle was okay.
Jay could hear movement and clanging and shouts from above and around them. At least not everyone else was dead – though she was still afraid to see what had become of the building and the overpass, and the people who had been on and around it when it collapsed.
Jay eased herself up, sliding out from beneath the wooden beam, and struggled to her feet in the small space so that she could get a better view of the rubble, of what was around them.
There was nothing to see. Beyond the wooden beam that held up their small pocket, there was just an enormous section of roof that blocked everything else from sight. She could just barely stand up without her head brushing the giant piece of roof, metal and wood splintered but still holding together. The stage next to them seemed to have caught one end of the chunk of roof as it fell, but the other side of it had crushed some of the rows of chairs and created sort of a lean-to... but on either side was more caved-in wreckage, more rubble. They were in a pocket within a pocket, and for all Jay knew there was even more on top of that. Panic swept in again – they were trapped, and moving any of it could make everything cave down on top of them.
Jay knelt carefully down next to Kyle again.
His eyes searched her face, and she struggled to keep the fear out of it.
“I can hear people,” Jay said, choosing to omit that they were trapped in this spot. “I’m going to see if I can get help.”
Kyle reached his hand up to her, and Jay hesitated only a moment before taking it.
“Be careful,” Kyle said. “This rubble doesn’t look very stable. If you – “ He paused. “If you need to leave me – “
“I’m not leaving you. Just stay still and I’ll be right back.” Jay slipped her hand from Kyle’s and stood up carefully again. She pressed her face to a small gap between the swatch of roof and another mound of rubble. “Hey!” she called out, then coughed as dust toppled in on her. She gasped and brushed the dust from her face, then called again. “Can you hear me? Please! We need help!”
“Over here!” a man’s voice shouted. “I heard someone!”
There was shuffling and then the man’s voice sounded again, closer this time. “Hello? I need you to speak again; help me find where you are.”
“Here,” Jay coughed. “We’re in here!”
A man’s eye appeared in the gap, and he breathed a sigh of relief. “There you are. Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m okay... I think. But there’s a guy in here with me, and he’s hurt. His leg is stuck under something. It’s bleeding.”
“You have to be the luckiest people I’ve ever seen,” the man said. “It’s like the whole place collapsed around you. There’s barely anything in this area, just a piece of the roof right on top of you. Is there something you can get under while we move it? Some of it might break apart.”
Lucky. Jay knew better. She glanced back at Kyle. “There’s a wooden beam. I can get under it.”
“And the guy with you?”
“He’s already under it.”
“Okay. Get under and stay there. We’re going to shift the piece that’s over you so you can get out.”
Jay scurried back under the beam next to Kyle.
Kyle glanced up at her and reached for her hand, and together they huddled as the piece of roof above them shifted up and away, and the men tossed it to the side.
When the dust settled, Jay stood. It was suddenly much brighter, as though she were standing outside. A crew of rescue workers peered in at her. “You alright?”
Jay nodded, and two of the men slid past her toward Kyle.
They knelt down, speaking to him, and she moved back out of their way, taking in the devastation of the building. Half the roof of the auditorium was completely gone, open to the sky above where the concrete overpass had swung down on top of it. The giant slab of concrete lay, still mostly intact, across several rows of seats. There was one car – upside down – inside the building, the glass of its windows shattered across the seats it had crushed when it toppled in. But there was no one inside it. Other than the rescue crew, there was no one else in sight at all.
“What happened?” Jay asked, turning to the worker nearest her.
“The overpass collapsed,” the man said, clearly thinking Jay should have figured out that much.
“Did anyone – was anyone else hurt?”
The man shook his head. “A few minor injuries, that’s all. It was just a small section of the overpass that collapsed, and by some twist of fate, the only car that fell through was that one –“ He gestured to the overturned car Jay had seen. “And the person inside had only some bumps and bruises. Everyone else managed to get safely out of their cars and off the overpass, though the cars are still stuck up there until we can get some crews to move them. There was already an ambulance and rescue crews nearby, for the call we got about part of the roof here caving in. We came inside to look for you – the lady in charge of the pageant said there were still two people in here, but everyone else was accounted for.” He smiled. “Looks like we found you.”
“Thank you,” Jay said, unsure what else to say.
“Move back,” one of the men tending to Kyle said, standing. “We’ve got his leg stabilized and we’re coming through.”
Men from beyond the pile of rubble moved up, bringing a stretcher, and Kyle groaned as two men lifted him – his leg now wrapped tightly with bandages – and carried him over to it.
They settled Kyle on the stretcher and wheeled him toward the side exit, where the floor was clear of rubble.
“Wait,” Kyle grunted. He pushed up, wincing, his eyes searching. “Jayana?”
Jay moved toward him. “I’m here.”
Kyle reached out for her hand. “They’re taking me to Summit General Hospital,” he said. “Will you come see me?”
Jay blinked. “Sure, yes. Of course.”
Kyle smiled, then leaned back. “Okay, good.” He sounded relieved. “I’ll see you there.”
The men wheeled him away.
Jay turned to find the one rescue worker watching her. “You truly are lucky,” he said. “Two collapses in one day, first this roof and then the overpass... and you were inside for both, but you’re unharmed. And the way the rubble fell across you – it’s almost like a miracle.”
Somewhere in the distance, a voice laughed.
“Yes,” she said. “Lucky.”
“Are you alright? Would you like a ride to the hospital? You should probably get checked for a concussion; from that cut I’d say you took a knock to the head.”
Jay nodded. “That would be great.”
She sat in the hospital waiting room a few hours later, cleared by the CT scans as still having a normal brain, her ribs declared only bruised and not broken. A small bandage covered the cut on her head.
Kyle was in surgery. She wasn’t family so she hadn’t been able to get anything else out of the nurses at the desk, but at least she knew that much. The nurses said when Kyle woke, she could see him if he gave permission. Until then, she would have to wait. She’d considered going home, but she’d promised Kyle she would come see him, and she wanted to know he was okay. Besides, no one else had showed up in the waiting room at all – for all she knew, she could be the only person who knew Kyle was hurt. She couldn’t leave him here alone.
Jay reached for a magazine from the table beside her, and opened it. Her eyes tracked the pages mindlessly, not really reading anything. She was too distracted, too on edge, to focus. She looked at the pictures, one of a woman in a long evening-gown, not unlike her own... though hers was torn and dirty, now. It was the only thing she had with her to wear, so she’d put it back on after her tests came back clear. She ached to go home and shower and change, and she would – as soon as she knew Kyle was okay. She let her eyes glide over the image, taking in the woman’s dramatic pose. What was this ad even for? Perfume?
“Hello!” Spectral eyes popped in where the magazine woman’s eyes had been, blinking.
Jay screamed and dropped the magazine.
“Are you alright, dear?” the nurse asked, leaning over the reception counter.
“Yes, sorry, just... something startled me.” Jay leaned down and lifted the magazine by its corner with two fingers, then slowly raised it to her face and opened it.
A spectral face grinned at her from the page, over the top of an ad for a sneaker. “What, did I startle you? You’re so jumpy these days,” it whispered.
Jay glared at the face, then slammed the magazine shut.
A hollow laugh echoed out as she dropped the magazine back onto the table, then a voice whispered in her ear.
Jay jumped again. “Leave me alone,” she rasped.
The nurse glanced over.
Jay forced herself to meet the nurse’s eyes. “Um, where is the bathroom?” she asked.
“That way,” the nurse said, pointing to the other end of the room.
Jay nodded and hurried toward it.
She closed and locked the door behind her, then sank against it. She glanced up at the mirror – and nearly screamed again. A face stared back at her from beside her own, translucent, wide-eyed and grinning.
“You can’t run from us, little Jayana,” it said. “Why even try?”
“I’m not running from you,” Jay answered. “I came in here to talk to you. Talking to you around other people only makes them think I’m crazy.”
“Aren’t you?” asked the ghost, one spectral eyebrow rising.
“No.” I don’t think.
“You’re wasting time, little Jayana. The pageant was a bust, a failure. But you still owe us. You must keep your word, your promise.”
“I will,” Jay said. “You aren’t giving me time! You’re making everything worse!”
“Oh, Jayana,” the ghost moaned. “Are you upset?” Its mouth twitched up in a smirk.
Anger bubbled inside Jay. “Leave me alone.”
“Fine,” the ghost said. “But don’t forget what you promised us. You’re running out of time.”
“I’ll get the money,” Jay said. “I’ll do everything I said I would. But you have to stop interfering. You’re only making it harder.”
The ghost shrugged. “If you say so. But you’re wasting time. Why are you even here? You’re not injured badly; you should be home by now, making plans for how to fix this.”
Fix this? They had some nerve, blaming her for this after they had screwed up the pageant. But still – better not to anger them. “I’m here for Kyle,” Jay said. “I want to be sure he’s okay.” She bit back her accusations as to why Kyle was in the hospital in the first place.
“Ah, is that all?”
Jay suppressed a shiver at the ghost’s smile.
A scream cut through the air, coming from the waiting room.
“That’s your cue, little Jayana. Time to get moving!”
“What did you do? What did you do?” Jay yelled, but the ghost was already gone, its laughter the last thing to fade away.
Jay yanked open the bathroom door and rushed out into the waiting room – to find it covered in ladybugs.
Ladybugs? Jay shivered.
The nurse at the desk was jumping around, trying to swat them off her scrubs as they swarmed across and over her desk, the floor, the chairs, everything.
“What in the – “
The nurse looked up at her in panic. “They just poured out through the air vents,” she gasped. “They’re everywhere. Everywhere!”
Jay glanced up; they were indeed coming from the vents, streams of them still marching out along the ceiling and down the walls.
Why did it have to be ladybugs? Jay hated ladybugs. But then that was exactly why they were here, and she knew it. Her mind flew back, unbidden, to that dark night hiding, the smashed glass of her ladybug terrarium littering the floor. It crunched beneath her Velcro sneakers as she crouched, eyes squeezed shut, in her bedroom closet. The ladybugs crawled all over her body, unseen but tickling, and she bit her tongue till she tasted blood, fighting back her screams. She was terrified in the closet, but it was safer in it than out – outside of it, Mom and Dad were fighting, screaming, throwing things – again. She sank against the door, her legs cramping from crouching, and drifted in and out of time, imagining herself eaten alive by ladybugs, devoured by them, her parents coming to find her finally and seeing nothing but bones. “Jayana?” she jumped at her mom’s voice. It was quiet outside now, but was it really safe? She knew her parents would never harm her, but seeing them fight was as bad as being struck herself. Her world was crumbling, she could feel it, the pressure of their anger suffocating her as it closed in and in, crushing her. She was flailing, the only stable thing in her life ripped away, falling, covered in ladybugs.
“Miss?” Jay shook herself back to the present to find the nurse peering at her in concern.
“I’m okay,” Jay mumbled, then sank back against the wall.
The ladybugs marched across the ceiling and down to the floor, mocking her, stirring up memories she’d tried hard to forget. Her private memories; ones she’d never shared with anyone. But she didn’t need to share, because the ghosts had been there. They had seen it. They knew what this would do to her. They were tormenting her.
Why? But she knew why; it was a reminder, a warning that the ghosts could do anything they wanted, and Jay – and whoever happened to be around her at the time, poor souls – paid for it.
I need to get away from people, Jay thought. The safest thing for everyone else, even random strangers, was for Jay to stay as far away from any other human beings as possible. The ghosts only cared about her, about whether she was making progress on what she’d promised them – and until she got them the money, that’s how it would be. I need to get out of here... But Kyle. She had to at least check on Kyle, to be sure that the first mess she’d created was okay, that he was okay...and then she would lock herself in her garage and refuse to leave it until she’d gotten the ghosts their stupid money... and what they needed the money for. Then she would be rid of them, of all of this. She would be free. Finally.
The ladybugs had scattered across the room, settling onto the floors and chairs and walls. The nurse seemed to have calmed down from the initial shock and to have shaken off most of the ones which had landed on her. She shivered, her wide eyes glancing up to Jay.
“Where did they all come from?” she asked. “Why are there ladybugs in the ventilation system?”
You don’t really want me to answer that, Jay thought.
The nurse shivered again, then grabbed the phone. “Yes, I need – we have – ladybugs?” she said into the receiver. “Yes. Ladybugs. Uh huh. I don’t know! They’re just everywhere. Yeah. Okay. Bye.” She turned to Jay. “They’re sending someone. You okay?”
Jay nodded. “Yeah. Um... Kyle. My... friend? Do you know if he’s...”
“I’ll let you know as soon as I hear,” the nurse said.
“Thank you. I think I’m going to step outside to get some air.” Jay headed for the elevator in the hall, and took it to the ground floor. She rushed outside and slipped back against the outer wall beneath a column, glad to be out of the hospital for a moment.
She was embarrassed for letting the ladybugs disturb her so much. They weren’t dangerous, but perhaps the memories they triggered were. She’d spent so much time running from all memories of that part of her life, she was no longer sure. But either way, she needed to get it together. She was here to make sure Kyle was okay, to be sure he had made it through what her ghosts had done to him. This was her fault, in a way – not that she had any control, but if she had just gotten the ghosts what they wanted sooner, they wouldn’t have been so upset; they wouldn’t have hurt anyone.
Jay turned to see the nurse from the surgery waiting room poking her head out the door. “The shift is changing and I’m going on break, but I just wanted to let you know your friend is awake. He asked for you. You can go see him. He’s in recovery, room 7.”
Jay smiled her first genuine smile in hours. “Thank you.”
The nurse smiled back and then went inside.
Jay took a deep breath and turned for the door.
The ghost from the bathroom threw himself in front of her. “No. No, you can’t,” he said. “Don’t go in, it’s – “
A deafening boom shook the ground, the building, the very air. Inside the hospital, screams broke out.
“What was that?” Jay asked. She lurched at the ghost, glaring at him. “What did you do?” Kyle. Please, let Kyle be okay.
“It wasn’t me, not me,” the ghost spat, hands upraised in front of him. “I swear, not me, not us! The others!”
Jay blinked. The ghost actually looked scared. “What? What others?”
“They want the house, the house! Not us, not us!” The ghost melted away into the door, its wide, frightened eyes the last to vanish.
Jay yanked open the door and rushed inside the hospital.
END OF CHAPTER 2
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Spin Results for Chapter 2:
(spun on live video prior to writing this chapter)
Chapter 2 plot:
Spinner Story – Chapter 2
Goal: Get what's-his-name to the hospital
Conflict/Obstacle: Ladybug invasion