Emily drove alone down past the vibrant fluorescent lights that led to her house. The rain was pouring down at this point, even the windshield wipers could not go fast enough to make her view out the window clear. She debated on pulling over, but didn’t want to waste any time when she was so close to home. Her phone vibrates, startling her as it laid on the console. Emily glanced down swiftly at the screen, noticing it was her mom texting her.
“Are you almost home?” the screen drew black and Emily glanced back up trying to see through the violent rain pounding against the window. She felt a powerful pain go up her side and her head slams the steering wheel sending the pain back down her spine. “Get back up, get back up.” repeated in her mind, but the effort was ineffective. Her body wasn’t reacting. The airbag strikes her stomach sending her body back towards the seat, while her head stays resting on the steering wheel.
The sound of the horn starts getting fainter and fainter. “Emily…?” she felt her arm shaking. “Emily.” the voice was stern and felt firm against her skull. She opened her eyes, exhibiting the green and yellow outline behind her eyelids. A boy stared down at her.
“Are you okay?” Emily had no idea who this kid was, or why he was asking her if she was okay. “What?” She gazed at her hands, stained with dirt and blood. Her brown hair was filled with dead leaves and dirt. “Here, let me get that.” The boy picked her up and started to walk. Emily attempted to look around but couldn’t figure out where she was or where he was taking her.
She wanted to yell, and scream, and slap him, but she couldn’t find the strength to do so, and felt weak as her body was limp in his arms. The boy laughed, “. . She got to her feet and ran after him through the door. The room was different though, so bright that it hurt her eyes. “I’m sorry Ma’am, but we can’t get her back.
She’s not responding, I’m sorry.” a woman was still weeping. A curtain hid the view of the voices, and when she tried to grab it to pull it back her hand just went through. She walked through the curtain and looked down at the bed.Her body was laying there, her mother on the floor next to her and two doctors talking to each other by the corner. There was no more beeping noise, the room was silent.
Emily was emotionless, she didn’t feel sad or angry, and she just felt content. She turned around and left the hospital room. And now she knew where she was, what happened… She died. When she checked her phone, she took her eyes off the road and got hit by a car nearby.