Contrast (Being Rewritten)

Chapter 28

Willow

"Carmen! Move!" I yell, the train moving closer and closer. She doesn't move, she stands there and stares at the train. She doesn't even look scared, more like accepting the train to come closer. Time starts to slow down, the adrenaline pumping through my veins.

"Carmen! Please! Move now!" I yell my words drowned out from the trains whistle. The trains is within seconds of her. Without really thinking I run towards her and tackle her onto the ground. Both of us just barely getting hit by the train.  

She struggles to get up, but I keep her pinned to the ground before she can do anything stupid. Once the train has passed by us I let her up. I look at her, tears starting to fall down my face.

"Why are you crying?" She asks, trying to tame her wild hair.

"Because I thought you were going to die! You scared the living hell out of me!" I slap her hard on the arm, anger starting to take over me.

"Ow," she rubs the newly forming dark red hand print I left on her. "How in the world did you keep me pinned down? I am much stronger than you! That shouldn't of happened! Where did that come from?"

"Hmm, I don't know, maybe it came from the anger of you almost getting both of us killed!" I stand up and start to walk away.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but you have to admit that was an awesome adrenaline rush!" She catches up to me, walking beside me.

"Yeah, at first it was, but you wouldn't get off the tracks and it kind of took the fun out of it!" I start counting my steps to try and calm myself. It helps, but not a lot. I wipe away my tears.

"Hello?" I look at Carmen talking on her phone, but I didn't hear it ring. Must of had it on vibrate. "What? Mom, stop yelling at me! Fine, I'll ask. Um, Willow, do you mind if I spend the night? My parents will pick me up tomorrow sometime."

"Sure," I reply not really listening. I just stare at the ground in front of me, trying to get my pulse calmed down.

"She said yes. Yeah, I have to get ready for the party tomorrow night, so Dad will have to pick me up. Whatever! Bye," she shoves her phone back into her pocket and looks at me. "I reall am sorry. Forgive me?" 

"Yes, as long as nobody hears about this," I look at her sternly. "And I mean NOBODY!"

"Alright, alright." We walk home in silence. She is defintly someone unpredictable that I would never let into my life, but some how she squeezed herself in to it.