YA Sample
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Riley sat up the tile floor beneath her palms was cold. She brought a hand to her forehead, feeling for blood a bump. Anything to explain the searing pain in her brain. But there was nothing she looked around trying to focus her eyes in the dim light. She could see a hospital bed and machines, small green and red lights flashing. She could hear beeping. But why was she on the floor? She hoisted herself under her hands and knees. Her hair hung limply by her shoulders. She was wearing a gown, the kind with tiny blue flowers that tied in the back. She tried standing but the pain was too great. She cried out and let herself fall back on to her knees. She started crawling towards the door. She could see light seeping through the crack underneath help. She breathed her voice was barely a whisper. She tried harder. Hope she called louder this time but still scratchy. She thought she heard footsteps in the hall. Is anybody there? She yelled out. She reached her hand towards the door, wheeling her body closer please. As she said, it, something fell heavy on her forearm. She looked down and saw it was a hand, Jasper's hand, he was curled at the base of the bed, his eyes barely open and he fought to speak. She said, scooting closer to him. He placed her hand on his face. His breath coming in slowly, don't talk. She said I'm getting help. He dug his nails into her arm before his hand dropped to the floor. Ok. OK. She said she stroked his forehead, swiping hair away from his eyes. And that's when she saw it, the gray symbol etched into his skin like a tattoo glowing red around the edges. She touched her own forehead and Jasper nodded. You too. He whispered, then lost consciousness.