The Harvest

The Inevitable Tuth

It was too early, I thought. Two nights too early.

I also thought I was going to die right then and there.

With a loud crash, the windows of the car shattered. I screamed as I was showered in tiny shards and tightened my grip around Ronny's wrist. The following seconds of silence were the longest in my entire life.

Suddenly, Ronny started to scream. She cried in terror as something tried to pull her away, to get her arm from my grip, but I didn't let go. She struggled, she screamed my name, pleaded for me to help her and for the thing to let her go, the wind blowing through the broken windows was a deafening cacophony. Let. Her. Go. A voice, cold as the storm, whispered in my ear.

I didn't.

The frost was grasping me, I felt it in my fingertips first and in my entire hand next until it was completely numb. Ronny was still screaming and maybe I was too, the car was shaking, the strength of the wind left me unable to move.

I couldn't feel my hand anymore.

I couldn't feel how Ronny's arm slipped from my grasp.

There was an ear-piercing scream, a sudden strike of lightning and then the lights came back one and I was alone in the middle of the road. The windows were still broken.

My sister was gone.