I have been driving around aimlessly for hours I honestly don’t know where I’m going, well actually I do because all I’m doing is going around town in circles. Just a couple more hours till midnight and I have not found a place to stay I could stay at my place but there are too many memories and I am not in the mood to travel down memory lane. Oh and my best friend, correction my ex-best friend hates my guts and now is pretending I am dead which I still don’t understand how I supposedly died or if in fact I actually really died but then miraculously woke up again. ARGH! I slam my foot hard on the breaks and nearly whack my head on the steering wheel. Leaning back on the seat I start to head bang my head on the head rest and trying not to pull out too much hair whilst releasing my frustration out on my head. The sound of my ring tone brought me a few minutes from my frustration break down, I knew who would it be straight away I mean who texts a dead girl anyway. Unlocking my phone I stare at the screen as fear crept over me and I did not want to open the message just breathe, I take a deep breath and clicked the message with one eye open.
The funeral: 11.30am Sunday next to your grave
Short but certainly not a sweet message just a few seconds ago my mind was on over drive and now it’s blank and empty and the only thing there is the last image of my mom lying on her bed. I place the phone on the dash board and cover my face with my hands just one simple text can has brought my world crashing down. Just having an official date of the burial has just hit me once again that she is dead and she won’t come back to me. Oh god how did I end up in this mess.
Nock, nock
Holy cow my heart feels as though it just went shooting up in my throat I remove my hand from my chest and roll down the window now is definitely not the time for this, I put on a fake smile and try to sound innocent (even though I haven’t done anything wrong but you never know) “a problem officer?”
“Where did you get this car from miss?”
“From home. . .” I roll my eyes I mean what sort of stupid question is that, oh god I mentally slap my face.
“And would that by any chance be from . . . I don’t know a dead girls home?” He leans his arm inside the car and I can see his face for the first time, he looks bored but I can tell from the tone of his voice that he is trying to hide his excitement. Huh first action of the night I guess, sad really and why the hell is he wearing shades at night?
I quickly compose myself hopefully he did not notice any weird twitches “oh did I forget to mention I’m a zombie? Now if you don’t mind as much as I’m enjoy this 20 question game I really need to go it’s kinda’ late”.
“Oh sure no problem but first I need you to step out of the car” his tone changed from sarcastic to serious and I doubt that’s a good sign. I need to think quickly I could just speed off, urgh no he’ll just chase me and from watching too many reality cop shows that never ends well for the criminal.
“Nearby officers wanted, a murderer on the run and heading to 25th Snow Avenue in a black Aspid GT-21” the radio attached to his belt shouted out, causing another mini heart attack.
“This is officer Graceland can you repeat the vehicles’ name”
“A black Aspid GT-21”
“Boy what in - “
“It is the only expensive black sports car. . .” and just like that he started to run back to his car and sped down the road, well then I guess that’s my queue to go.
There was no point speeding off the officer would be too busy playing car chase to be bothered about me but to be on the safe side I drive the opposite direction. Oh for crying out loud I now need more petrol and I can’t risk being spotted in the local gas station, it may not be a small town but there aren’t many strange faces here and I’m sure everyone knows that I am dead and showing up would cause a scene. Great now I need to drive all the way out of town and find a nearby gas station something I don’t want to be doing right now and I’m just hoping I have enough fuel to last me that journey. God help me if I end up having to walk to that station!
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Waking Up Dead
Teen FictionLies.Lust.Betrayal. I should not have woken up! I should have stayed down and buried, basically I should have stayed dead. Mother nature decided to play chess and use me as her pawn. Can I use it to my advantage before the lies that surround me engu...
