Striking Lies

Chapter One: Thrown to pieces, before my own eyes.

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 Chapter one:

How’d this happen to me?

               The amount of times I said this today was just too much. Once when I was curling my hair and swooping it out of my face countless amounts of times, again when I’m on the ride to the beach with Holly, again when I get pulled into taking another sip of the dreaded liquid someone was distributing out among the crowd, and then again when I got pushed into the front seat of her Chevy truck, her being passed out in the back seat with no other way home, well other than me.

                The sound of metal crashing into each other, glass breaking the windshield; leaving me in a distant waterfall of jagged objects hurdling down towards me. The hood of the car flipping over and over onto the damp pavement; caving into the little space I had left. Until it all finally stops and it’s all just an echo my mind has as I register that this did in fact just happen to me.

Regretful little old me lays along the road, right beside of the sidewalk with blood seeping from my arms, legs, and my head and that’s when I realize that the distant terror that I just witnessed was from afar.  Though, I was thrown from the car and landed on the rather hard and cold asphalt, I convinced myself that it wasn’t as nearly as bad as it could be.

I try to pull myself up, shake it off and see if Holly was ok or if I needed to get her help, but just as I attempt to lift my shaken body up, I crumble down and lay in a pool of my own darkened blood. Alone, uneasy, and yet again witnessing the screams of the other car. The car that hit me from the side, flinging the car I was in over several times and leaving it in the other lane of moving traffic. Which, thanking God that it had been very slow tonight; most likely because it’s past two in the morning. My vision going blurry and shaken out of pure terror, I turn my head to face the other way, scared to death that the sight I was going to endure will be worse than the pain in my head, legs, and arms, but that’s when it all went dark.

Closing my eyes, after catching the quickest glimpse of a crippled car opposite of mine, with its glass shattered and lying on the black road. The thinnest boy laying right next to the crippled car with his eyes closed and him drenched in a pool of his own blood. Which left me believing that this was probably what I looked like. But that’s when I realize that I don’t hear the shrieks anymore, or the screams of terror, or the faintest sound in the distance like I used to a couple minutes ago. It’s all too quiet.

                 I breathe out and back in as I walk through the front doors of my dreaded high school, with Holly by my side, taking in the same grief as I.  She threaded her arm through mine, warily avoiding her hand hitting my right arm as she does this. My eyes close as we both take the few steps into the front hall where we will soon be surrounded by all the kids in our school, along with faculty and passing parents, whom of which are just wondering why these two devastated young girls are getting so much attention.

Attention.

Yeah that’s the thing I need right now.

Holly grasps my hand as she pulls away from me, half taking the overlapping crowd around us with her, which to my relief, allows me to actually breathe a little easier. She turns, giving me a quick reassuring look before heading to her locker before first period, knowing that we will see each other at lunch.