Frail
10/31/2023

The date is May 17th, 2009. Beth is having the best day of her life. She’s celebrating her 19th birthday with her friends and family at her local John’s Incredible Pizza. She can’t help but smile and laugh. Eating delicious pizza and riding fun rides, it’s estatic. Her parents and associates just look and ponder. We made her, they thought. Our beautiful little angel celebrates her day. Her mother sheds a tear of joy. Suddenly, she gets a tap on the shoulder. She turns around to see her brother Rickey. “Heya Sally!” “Ricky!” Sally hugs Ricky. “Sorry I’m late, I was up all night makin this present for my niece.” “Oh it’s quite alright, go ahead and give it to her!” Sally replies. Ricky nods. As he walks over to Beth with his square shaped present in his hands. “RICKY!” Beth exclaims, “Uncle Ricky, you have a present for me??” “You bet I do! Just close your eyes until I say so!” Smiling, Beth closes her eyes. She can’t wait, what will it be? An iPad? A new car? Hunger Games on DVD? She hears tearing paper and grunting. A voice of strain from uncle Ricky. Out of curiosity, she opens her left eye only a little bit. Ricky is holding a 20,000 kilogram block of solid tungsten uranium 235.

At this moment, Ricky manages to replicate enough pressure to submerge the uranium 235 into super criticality with his bare hands. The blast is immense. It wreaks havoc upon the John’s incredible establishment and all who were inside. The blast took out every support beam in the building along with the eyesight of anyone who was so much as glancing in that direction. The human retina can hold take in so much. Permanent blindness plus radiation illnesses. 1 second passes. The John’s Incredibles is actively crumbling. The blast took out every support beam in the building. Most, if not all, are certainly dead meat. The building falls to the ground, with everything inside it glowing blue. This lead to a sinkhole forming, continuing the chaos within. After the hole is about 50 feet deep, the sinking stops. Only god knows how many are dead, and everyone is most certainly injured.

ONE YEAR LATER

The date is May 16th, 2010. We follow Beth, who turns 20 tomorrow. It will be the most miserable birthday of her life. Why you ask? After Ricky set off the raw power of the uranium 235, Beth was blind, had 60 brain hemorrhages, gained terminal polio, cancer in every body part, 10+ degree burns, 20 popped blood vessels, Bejamin Buttons disease, her lungs shriveled into little black rectangles, and violent brain damage. She actually had zero skin. None at all. She’s wrapped in bandages like a mummy. She is currently in an alleyway in Yonkers, NewYork. The incredible John’s she was in in Greenwich, Connecticut was destroyed. Her mother was brain dead the second she looked at the uranium 235, her father along with everyone else had his blood boil to 110 degrees Celsius and he melted from the inside out. Her mother and father could feel every inch of pain and agony until they finally died. Ricky wasn’t prepared. He forgot to wear his uranium proof protection, and was evaporated on the spot. His soul doesn’t even exist anymore. When Beth was found amidst the rubble, it didn’t look pretty. The blast fused her in between two broken down pillars, her left leg and arm in one, her right arm and leg in the other, and her limp torso in between the two. She was horribly burned, her clothes, skin, and muscle were nearly entirely torn off into oblivion. Her limbs were later amputated, leaving her as skinny as a skeleton, because that’s all she was. All of her organs were shrunk and charred into microscopic size, rattling around in her rib cage. She gained the bandages after she found herself in a hospital at the top floor. Her body, or what’s left of it, was so radioactive that multiple doctors suffered radiation cancer and died just bandaging her up. She couldn’t see, but she could hear and feel. And she sure did feel. Her nerves were so shriveled and sensitive, even the bandages touching them felt like pressure all around her body. Some how by a miracle, she survived. Through the mild pain, she was able to overhear from her doctors that her entire family, and everyone in the John’s incredibles, was dead and they were planning on lumping all of the charges, the 90 million dollars in damages and 40 life sentences, upon Beth. Beth was left alone with this information, as there was an astute line where no human can pass to get closer to Beth to avoid getting terminal radiation cancer. It was days, Beth was left in total darkness. All alone with the pain and the sorrow. Theres truly nothing like it. The doctors asolutely do not intent on doing anything with Beth except keeping her alive so the police can charge her. The silence lasted for a full year. A full on year alone with her thoughts. Noone ever came to visit Beth. No AC, no air heaters, the summers and winters were unbearable. Beth has been through it all, she recolected on her whole life. She dreamt of another. She forgot english, and created a new language. She started to see colors that had never existed before. She was fully convinced this whole schtick was a dream. Or she was high or something. Beth lived a full year in denial and purgatory. It absolutely could not get worse.

And then one day, she about 4 hears bangs, she doesnt know how many bangs there were, because she fully forgot how to count. And then, her room door opens. A nurse named Jose falls back into Beths room. He had been shot by a disgruntled rampaging father, searching for the doctor who couldnt save his 12 year old daughter from her epileptic seizure. Jose would only get caught in the crossfire evacuating the building, it was his first day. Jose stumbles into Beths room, with 4 bloody holes in his chest. He falls back onto Beths mobile bed, and accidentally sends her zooming across her room. Jose would gain liver cancer from being in contact with Beth, but dont worry. He'll make a full recovery from the bullets and go through cemotherapy. He will live a full happy life with a wife and kids and pass away peacefully at old age. Oh yeah, Beth. Beth has smashed through the 150th story window of the Hospital, the top floor. Beth falls for about 15 seconds. Beth thinks this is it. Not the release of death, but shes returning to her "high." The rushing wind was her returning from her life. She's free at last! Thank god all mighty, she's free at last!

At this moment, Beth hits the concrete sidewalk at aproximately 200 miles per hour. Her bandages unravel upon impact. Her blood, or what was left of it, her serverely damaged brain, and her brittle bones. every nervous system stem. all alid out on the floor. Beth is in absolute mind boggoling, heart pumping, soul snatching, toe curling, mama slapping, plane crashing, blood boiling, eye popping, ass fucking, bald head smacking, utterly ruthless and diabolical pain. This is pure hell. Satan himself wishes he could pull something like that off. Beth is so disfugured, she will be mistaken for trash on the sidewalk. Beth cant scream, but the pain is actually insufferable. Its actually hard to put in words, shes experiencing pain worse than 1800s european torture. Beth cant think, the pain is too much. Its just too goddamn much. Fuck. Like, its actually amazing how much the human body can endure. Truly a scientific marvel. Anyways, Beth would undergo great great pain and suffering for the forseeable hours. It will be about 7 or so hours of this pain until her heart will explode from the pain. For now, Beth will sit and suffer as a puddle of mess on the sidewalk. This is what she has. Pain, and the guilt of hundreds of lives. From the deaths of the doctors who tried to help her, to everyone who inside of the Johns Incredible Pizza. A collective 208 lives. All gone. And its all Beths fault.

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