franceslievens | the girl

She could still hear the snap, the breaking of the bones. She'd still wake up every now and then to the sound of it. The scenario was always the same. It started with voices, mumbling and whispering in a distance, like approaching an auditorium filled with students. The humming ripped her out of her unconscious sleep into lucid dreaming. She knew what would happen and that she was dreaming, but there was nothing she could do against the force of the words that were forming clearly under the droning sound of the mingling voices. Wake up! She urged herself to part her lips and use her vocal chords to utter a sound that would put an end to all this. “Got to wake up, you sleepy head,” she thought to no avail. Waking up wasn't an option. It never was. She felt a pressure on her windpipe. Her eyes opened wide at once when she heard the oh so familiar sound of her breaking neck. Her head in the rope and her feet were left dangling in the air, when the chanting crowd ran for its life.