random books i've started and never completed

Book 1 - Unnamed

Word count: 4890 (exactly)

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I sit there, gripping the armrest of the chair in anticipation. Waiting. The room is dark and quiet, little light let in. All I can see is ahead, showing the perspective of two teenagers, both sitting in a car. I can only see the backside of them and I can see their brunette and ginger hair through the cracks of the chair. They sit in the two front seats, silently, and through the camera carefully placed behind the ginger's seat, I can feel the tension in the air. Something has just happened, I can tell.

The brunette, who's driving the car, makes a swift turn onto a bridge. There's no traffic, although a lot of cars are sprinkled along the road. A memory, one which I have no recollection of, tugs in my mind, demanding attention. A feeling deep-rooted within me wants to tell the brunette to stop driving, to slow down, to be more careful. Something is wrong. I'm on the edge of my seat, and I look over the situation. It is gripping and I cannot look away, but I want the camera to stop. I don't want to see what will happen at the end of the clip, yet at the same time I want the clip to show the ending now.

And then it hits. A car next to them swerves in front, too close. In a panic, I can see the brunette swerving the car the wrong way. She crashes into the fence running along the bridge, but at the speed she was going and the power of the swerve, the barrier does little to slow the car from its descent into the water. The tension has dissolved into one of panic and together, they scream bloody murder. The absolute fear coursing through their voices is enough to make me shudder. The ginger grabs onto the brunette, screaming apologies, before the car hits the water. I am hit with a thousand different images before the camera sizzles and is turned off by whoever is manning the screen.

I bite my lip and tighten my hands into fists as a way to get rid of the anxiety accompanying the tragic ending. My shoulder, back and arm all ache and I wonder what has happened to them now. If they died or if they survived, and, if they survived, what were the injuries? Could they ever recover? Was it a death-upon-impact situation, or did the outcome of what had happened to the brunette and the ginger make them wish it was?

I feel the doctor walk over to me, his bright coat easy to spot in the almost-black hospital-like room. He walks quickly, carrying an importance with him. And as he walks into the room, he switches the light on and my spots dance across my vision. I feel light headed for a moment before I come back towards my senses and I feel as though I can think properly again. I took a quick look around the room to find I am in some sort of hospital bed and memories of last night flash across my mind. I cannot remember anything properly, but I know there was a lot of talking. I look over towards his eyes and give him a gesture to show I recognise his presence. He, in return, gives me a grim smile, looks down at his clipboard and skims through it with his pen. He frowns, glances up at me again and quickly scribbles something down. I am under the impression something is wrong or that I have done something wrong.

"Could you tell me your name please?" He asks and takes a seat next to me, sitting down on the velvety chair. The room is white and pristine and it feels like the cleanest room I've been in ever.

"I–" my mind blanks and my heart thumps. I cannot think, I do not know. "Does it begin with an A?" At his glum look, I change my answer. "Or an N?"

He nods – but not approvingly. More like acceptance. "How do you feel whilst watching that video?" I pause and think for a moment before giving my answer.

"Confused," I begin with. "I want to know more. I'd like to know what happened to the two people in the clip,"
"Can you take a guess at the ginger's name for me?"