Fiction - Audiobook (Female, male, southern accent)
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) North American (US South)Transcript
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imagine you've been split down the middle, 1/2 realizes what's happening isn't real, but the other half can't seem to get the message. That's what it's like to know you're losing your mind. I wish I didn't know. I wish I was completely out of my wits, oblivious because living in this halfway place really isn't living at all. I sag against the stall door and rubbed my eyes, exhaustion, weighing me down like wet clothes. It's early, barely dawn, but I've been up for hours. I couldn't go back to sleep, shoot, I couldn't even tolerate being in my room, not after him. The barn doors shutter open one than the other. They're rusty hinges screeching like a head on the chopping block. Daylight floods the barn, painting the redwood and grimy floors in gold. I lift a hand to shield my eyes while beside me, Athena Winnie's and shakes her head. Girl, I cu and pat her blond mane. A figure stands silhouetted in the doorway and for a moment my breath hitches at the image so similar to the one I saw in my bedroom the night before. A bear trap grin and yellow eyes flash in my mind and suddenly I'm awake. Heat pulsing through me as if my blood's trying to escape. Then he steps into the barn with a swagger that's unmistakably marshall and my lungs resume functioning tall and whip thin with a head is bald as the day he was born Marshall has an air about him that belies his sodden overalls and straw hat. He's caretaker of the farm, and me too, I guess though, I'd say he leaves most of the taking of care to Miss june Marshall smiles when he sees me and tips his hat in greeting like I'm some debutante. Not the same 16 year old farm girl he's known since I was a babe. Well, hello Miss Caroline, he says, strolling up to me. I love the way he says my name, Care, ro Lan, stretching it out in his lovely drawl. Miss june says he grew up even further south than us in Louisiana and that's why he talks that way. I wonder sometimes why he left. Probably the heat. Durham's damn near intolerable in the summertime. So I'd imagine Louisiana must be something akin to the seventh level of ****. Morning marshal. I say you're up and after chores early you having trouble sleeping again? I shrugged noncommittal. E It isn't something we talk about my sickness. It's not that he doesn't know. He's seen my fits. He knows I see things that aren't there, but it just isn't something he and I acknowledge it bothers me sometimes the way he pretends everything's all right, but mostly I'm just happy to be treated like a normal human being and not a fragile bit of glass. The way Miss june ax, she's not eating. I say changing the subject and marshall doesn't question my motives, only eyes the poor sweet horse, appreciative lee. Athena was my mama's white and black appaloosa. In her prime. She was just as wild and beautiful as mama had been. Looks like Athena will be joining her soon. Marshall rubs a hand along the mayor's spotted shoulder, lips pursing when he reaches the ribs protruding from her chest like keys on a piano. It's no fun getting old, he says, and rubs her muzzle. Isn't that right girl? He swats a fly buzzing in her eyes and turns his gaze on me. I think it's getting to be about that time, darling.