I'm waiting for you

The moon makes the asphalt sparkle as it winds through the trees. On the side of the road, the headlights of a small city car crushed against a pine tree light up the surroundings. The cabin is empty, but the windshield wipers are still working and the driver's door is open. A few meters away, on the asphalt, a silhouette. A young woman is lying face up in the sky. Her chest rises frantically as if her heart is trying to escape from its cage of bone and flesh. Her hair, so blond that it's almost white, is darkened by blood flowing profusely from a wound in her head. She opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water. The rain is pouring down on her, her clothes are soaked. She is cold. Her jacket is still on the back seat. She just tries to cover her belly by drawing awkwardly on her white tank top, thus masking the bruises which already flower on her side. A broken rib, maybe two. And this metallic taste in the mouth, this difficulty to breathe, a perforated lung? She quickly chases away this thought. Her mind is already confused enough. She tries with difficulty to remember what happened. Everything is blurred. The slippery road, the fatigue. She came a little too fast in the curve and lost control. After that, nothing. Just the pain. Then that rainy sky. How long has she been here? She has no idea. The air is missing, she is suffocating. She doesn't want to die tonight. She panics. Her head starts to spin. She wants to call for help, but only a few moans manage to escape from her throat. She is in the middle of nowhere and nobody knows where she is. Nobody will look for her anyway. Even less in this lost corner of the Italian Alps. She, who wanted to change her life. How ironic! She will die tonight. She knows it. As her blood continues to flow in a macabre halo around her, her vision becomes clouded. A hazy veil blurs the sky as if her eyes are having trouble focusing. Or is it really the fog? She doesn't know anymore. Her breath becomes erratic. She does not hear the cracking sound that has just resounded in the forest. Her increasingly restricted field of vision does not allow her to see what is lurking under the cover of the trees. The state of shock is plunging her in a kind of semi-consciousness, whereas she finally distinguishes a silhouette approaching. Human, animal, she could not tell. She feels its breath in her neck, its heat against her frozen body. The butterfly, which was struggling a little earlier in her rib cage, is gradually exhausted. Her hearing finally perceives some indistinct sounds. A whisper, a grunt, impossible to know. Will she be eaten or saved? As the world dives into the darkness around her, two eyes of a sparkling green plunge in hers. Then comes the pain. Relentless. Unimaginable. The forest and the road disappear. The frenzy of her heart stops, but the suffering continues. She is disappointed. She thought that death would be more gentle, more forgiving. Instead, she feels as if her bones are being broken one by one, as if her head and her heart are caught in a vice. She wonders how she got there. Why must her life end in pain? Her eyes close, she just wants to rest for a moment...