Jessica tapped her inexplicably short finger nails on the steering wheel. Her gaze drifted every now and then to the trees lining the road she was driving on- their greenery enchanted her in a way all plants had her whole life. It was one of the many reasons her sister had insisted that she drive to the church she was getting married in rather than just flying there.
Jessica itched to make a pittstop so that she could stroll beneath the green canopy, hear nature at it's very core and witness what she knew would be an amazing sunset through the thicket of the trees.
But she was late, horribly so. Early into her trip she had come across a farm owned by the nicest people she had ever met who had insisted that she spend a few days with them - she had felt compelled to oblige. And what a farm it had been!, she thought wistfully, her eyes wondering back to the sea of green and brown. The experience had redefined the word tranquility for her; she knew she'd never be the same again.
A sharp crackle like sound popped through the air, snapping out of her revier. Her other hand slammed onto the steering wheel as the car skid out of control- what the Hell?
Instead of slamming on the brakes like any alarmed person would have done, she eases up in the gas and fought with the steering wheel to bring the careening vehicle to a stop.
The car skidded some more before the friction and lack of speed drew it to a shuddering stop beside the road.
For a few moments, Jessica just sat there, drawing in shaky breaths, glaring at the hood of the car, daring it to move.
After a few more moments of complete silence, she exhaled and strength seemed to return to her frozen limbs. She first examined herself to make sure she wasn't hurt and then proceeded to do the same to the car.
From the shimmering light of the setting sun, she could find nothing wrong with the car apart from a flat tire. She mentally slapped herself for being distracted while driving- that was practically the first thing they taught you not to do in driving class.
Working quickly to make the most of the fading light, she fetched out a car jack and a spare tyre and proceeded to change it.
She placed the car jack back into the trunk of the car once she had finished and stood there with one hand on the cover of the trunk, surveying the green trees around her.
And that's when she saw the pools of blood.
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عشوائيJessica-or Jess as her sister Gina calls her is the quiet one, the one that stays out of trouble. Gina is the trouble maker. But when Jess gets into a car accident on the way to her sister's wedding and wakes up six months later unable to remember...
