State of Shock

Stacy cowered in the corner as her friend Miranda hurled another Molotov cocktail into the already burning building. She was screaming obscenities and anger like Stacy had never seen before in her friend. Repeating angry talking points that had been drilled into them over the last year. Stacy was small, blonde and scared shitless. She knew that it would be several hours before the police would arrive. This was a well-planned attack, carried out by their ring leader, Nathaniel. The rest of her brigade were standing on top of their '88 Chevy Celebrity throwing rocks, sticks, homemade pipe bombs and whatever else. Their party consisted of ten, Stacy knew them all by name, having spent the last year with them. Their group was 60 strong. The others had the task of holding off the police, firefighters and other rescue personnel. They had barricaded the streets in a well improvised plan. This was not how Stacy planned on spending her sophomore summer, and yet here she was. Nathaniel had faith in her ability to be able to carry out his plan on the small building.  'How did I get here? How did this happen? Where could I have gone wrong? There has to be a better way!' She thought to herself. Stacy tried to make herself as small as possible. Closing her eyes, she shrunk into the concrete pillar that held a regal bronze statue. Their vehicle was wedged as close as they could get it, providing a small space for Stacy to fold herself into. She tried to think. Her brain barely processing the chaos. She cupped her hands over her ears and everything went silent around her.... As she looked at her friends everything began to move in slow motion...... Her friends throwing things into the 3 story office building; people running out; people running to help. ‘What is going on? Why am I here?’ Her mind raced asking a series of serious questions about the meaning of life. She was in shock, and couldn’t move from her spot. Time seemed to stand still and move faster. She heard an explosion. Was it the building? Another, then another. She couldn’t move from her little cubby. She heard a crash, and another explosion. Heat steamed her cheek…. Fire. The glass on the building shattered. Another car came in from the side and drove into the building, exploding and billowing fire. She heard sirens. As they came closer, her mind went blank, and darkness enveloped her.  Dark. Voices. Bright lights. Dark again. Voices. Familiar, and unfamiliar. Dark. What happened? Garbled voices spoke to her, but she couldn't understand any of them. She tried to open her eyes, but her body refused to move. She focused on the voices. Familiar. Who was that speaking to her? Garbled.... Then, "unsure if she...." Garbled. Dark. Finally, she could understand the garble. A female voice. Unfamiliar. "Ok sweetie. Day 65 on your chart. No change so far. Don't know if your awake in there, but one of these days, you can tell us what happened. Whenever you are ready." She heard footsteps. Male voice. "No change?" Female voice, "no change doc." Male voice, "whatever is locked in there isn't ready yet......" Faded voice. Gone.