was almost home now. Almost in my jammies with Ianni, talking about everything.
I put my brakes on and sat at the light. No one was around tonight, the streets were empty. I listened to the words of the song and the strums of the guitar. I sang the lyrics out loud as I looked around at the quiet town, “I’m coming up only to hold you under, I’m coming up only to show you wrong.” As I heard the beat quicken I also heard a screeching sound behind me, and when I looked into my mirror I was blinded by lights.
The impact hit me before I was even aware of what was going on. My radio still played as I sat in the car, which was now in the middle of the intersection. Confused, with no idea how I had gotten here, I looked up and around me. I felt fine and I wasn’t bleeding. I saw the car behind me that hit me, still idling in the road. But this time it was in my old spot, where my car should have been had they not hit me from behind. I pushed my car door open and got out. I still felt fine as I walked towards the other car. No one got out; all I saw was the damage to my car and theirs. I was mad now because my car was a mess!
“Look what you did to my brand new car !” I yelled at the driver. No one emerged still. “Hello!” As soon as I said it a pain from my neck ran down my back to my legs and I fell to the asphalt. My head smacked first as my knees buckled beneath me. I felt my head bounce off the ground and I thought I heard a crack.
As I looked up , hoping for help, I noticed a girl on the side of the road standing with a man. I hadn’t seen them there before. She was on the phone. “Yes there was an accident on Forester Street,” she said to the person on the other line. I hoped it was the police. I looked up toward the driver who still had not gotten out of their car yet. Suddenly they shut off their lights and I saw into the car for a moment. The driver was a girl, with long dark hair. An instant later the lights were back on and she sped around my body and took off. “She left,” the man told the woman. “It’s a hit and run!”
I looked up and saw something floating above me. They flew in the wind, swirling down upon me, and then landing on my face. I couldn’t move my arms, to touch them, but I knew what they were. Black feathers.
The man rushed to my side and picked them up from my face. He studied them and even smelled them. I scr unched my face in disapproval. How weird, I thought. I tried to say something to him, but my voice faltered.
“Don’t try to talk or move,” he said. He looked like someone I knew, or thought I knew. He leaned in and sw ept the hair from my face.
“ Wh—” was all that came out of my mouth.
“Who am I? That’s what you’re as king, right?” I blinked for yes. “I am someone who is here to help you. That’s who I am,” he said. But that wasn’t true. I knew his face, I knew him.
“John , they are on their way. It’s time to go,” the woman called to him. John? No it couldn’t be. This wasn’t the John I knew. This John was young, not old. But the eyes were the same. His smile was even the exact same. He leaned in closer and I knew it was him. John!
“Avery, we have to go. The ambulance is on their way to you right now,” he said with a tender voice.
“John,” my voice was working a bit better , though it shocked me to hear the desperation.
“You’re going to be okay. You will be in God’s hands, he will take care of you,” he told me as chills ran over my body. When an angel tells you God will take care of you, it’s a whole new experience. You have to believe them, and you have to believe in them. “I told you I would be watching.” He winked at me and the woman joined him. I didn’t recognize her, but she was beautiful. She had to be an angel as well. I could hear the sirens coming closer.
“They’re almost here, Avery. We have to go and try to find her . She did something a Dark Guide should never do,” John told me. He held
I put my brakes on and sat at the light. No one was around tonight, the streets were empty. I listened to the words of the song and the strums of the guitar. I sang the lyrics out loud as I looked around at the quiet town, “I’m coming up only to hold you under, I’m coming up only to show you wrong.” As I heard the beat quicken I also heard a screeching sound behind me, and when I looked into my mirror I was blinded by lights.
The impact hit me before I was even aware of what was going on. My radio still played as I sat in the car, which was now in the middle of the intersection. Confused, with no idea how I had gotten here, I looked up and around me. I felt fine and I wasn’t bleeding. I saw the car behind me that hit me, still idling in the road. But this time it was in my old spot, where my car should have been had they not hit me from behind. I pushed my car door open and got out. I still felt fine as I walked towards the other car. No one got out; all I saw was the damage to my car and theirs. I was mad now because my car was a mess!
“Look what you did to my brand new car !” I yelled at the driver. No one emerged still. “Hello!” As soon as I said it a pain from my neck ran down my back to my legs and I fell to the asphalt. My head smacked first as my knees buckled beneath me. I felt my head bounce off the ground and I thought I heard a crack.
As I looked up , hoping for help, I noticed a girl on the side of the road standing with a man. I hadn’t seen them there before. She was on the phone. “Yes there was an accident on Forester Street,” she said to the person on the other line. I hoped it was the police. I looked up toward the driver who still had not gotten out of their car yet. Suddenly they shut off their lights and I saw into the car for a moment. The driver was a girl, with long dark hair. An instant later the lights were back on and she sped around my body and took off. “She left,” the man told the woman. “It’s a hit and run!”
I looked up and saw something floating above me. They flew in the wind, swirling down upon me, and then landing on my face. I couldn’t move my arms, to touch them, but I knew what they were. Black feathers.
The man rushed to my side and picked them up from my face. He studied them and even smelled them. I scr unched my face in disapproval. How weird, I thought. I tried to say something to him, but my voice faltered.
“Don’t try to talk or move,” he said. He looked like someone I knew, or thought I knew. He leaned in and sw ept the hair from my face.
“ Wh—” was all that came out of my mouth.
“Who am I? That’s what you’re as king, right?” I blinked for yes. “I am someone who is here to help you. That’s who I am,” he said. But that wasn’t true. I knew his face, I knew him.
“John , they are on their way. It’s time to go,” the woman called to him. John? No it couldn’t be. This wasn’t the John I knew. This John was young, not old. But the eyes were the same. His smile was even the exact same. He leaned in closer and I knew it was him. John!
“Avery, we have to go. The ambulance is on their way to you right now,” he said with a tender voice.
“John,” my voice was working a bit better , though it shocked me to hear the desperation.
“You’re going to be okay. You will be in God’s hands, he will take care of you,” he told me as chills ran over my body. When an angel tells you God will take care of you, it’s a whole new experience. You have to believe them, and you have to believe in them. “I told you I would be watching.” He winked at me and the woman joined him. I didn’t recognize her, but she was beautiful. She had to be an angel as well. I could hear the sirens coming closer.
“They’re almost here, Avery. We have to go and try to find her . She did something a Dark Guide should never do,” John told me. He held
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