"I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane. I am not insane." Penny thought at she sat, stiffly, in the therapists office, running her hand across the scar on her neck from when the rollercoaster had crashed, killing the members of the choir she joined and leaving her hospitalised for weeks. She had joined the choir and a chance to finally make some friends. She was never a very social creature. Her closet... and only... friend was her younger brother, Ezra. "Tell me again about the place you claim to have went to when you died for those 30 seconds. Limbo, was it?" Penny held the doll in her lap, tightly, as she recounted once again everything she had experienced after the crash... Karnak the fortune teller... Virgil the rat... The members of the choirs songs about their dreams and aspirations. She knew the therapist thought she was going crazy. Didn't seem unlikely, after what had happened to her... But she knew deep down she was not insane. She knew she had been to a place between death and life itself, and returned.
I want to practice writing :P I'm not any good but oh well. I have always been interested in what Penny's life would be like after she survived the crash so I wanted to write a bit. I may write more later. Character is Jane Doe/Penny Lamb from Ride The Cyclone
