Foreword--
all works are work of fiction. All resemblances to real people are probably right, but these events specifically have nothing to do whtsoever with real people and their actions or actions pertaining to those. all rights reserved. these people and places are figments of my imagination. i have the power to sue you. do not take my work.
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CHB
Waking Up In a War
Chapter one
Brightest of blues
My friends and I had decided Saturday morning that we would meet up down on first street, no matter which color sky, whether grey or blue. We had many things to discuss, and memories to make.
I took my jacket hanging on a hook when Natalie's car pulled into my driveway. Through a window crystal clear—it had just been washed—I saw a silver sedan crawl up, and I knew I would have an amazing day.
Most wouldn’t describe it amazing. What happened to me, I mean. Most times, amazing refers to happiness, to miracles. Parties.
A miracle? Sure. When I woke up after three years.
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After a circle around the neighborhood, the car was packed full, and on its way downtown to the waterfront. Crammed in were Talia, Katya, Alexis, Natalie, Alli, Sophia, and me. I had to double buckle with Alli. But I was okay with that.
Natalie’s dad stopped in front of the ice cream shop, Spoon Full of Sugar, and we all rushed onto the cracking sidewalk, happy to be free.
We girls walked for hours—we even did a couple photo shoots for my Instagram account—Friday I had reached fifty thousand followers, and made it to the popular page the last seven times I had posted a picture. It was great, I was actually being noticed for my works, and I had gotten my friends a lot of followers for photo creds. We came out of the skate shop, laden with skateboards, stickers, and thirteen cans of spray paint. We had planned on stopping by the high school to put up some artwork, but…things didn’t work out quite as planned. Down the street came six skaters, one in particular whom I locked eyes with. He winked; his blonde hair swept across his face, just above his sky blue eyes, the most beautiful face I had ever seen. They were going at an amazing speed, shredding all over the road, I think showing off for us girls. The blonde one even looked as if he was coming to stop by, when the car came. A blue Honda odyssey was flying down the road from the direction of the waterfront, straight for him. I dropped my bags, waving like crazy. He smiled, casually turning his head, when he saw the van coming. He swerved like crazy, right for me, and it blasted by without slowing. He lost control of his skateboard, going so fast, and slipped up on the curb in front of where I was standing. He shot into the air, his shoulder slamming into my chest. We both tumbled hard into the red brick wall of the skate shop. My head made a sickening crack against the wall. I had taken the blunt of his blow. I felt a wet sensation at the back of my head, in my hair, as I slumped to the ground. Through the green spots flickering in my eyes, the rushing in my ears, I saw many people rush toward me. The screams, cold and hollow, filled my head. My eyes felt as if they would bulge out of their sockets when the blonde boy scooped me into his arms. I couldn’t move a muscle.
It was like my brain had disconnected through my body. Through the crazy ringing in my ears, I heard faintly the sound of sirens. I knew I was slipping away. I could feel it. Even through the fuzziness in my tearful eyes, I could see the boys bright blue ones. I felt warm drops fall from his face onto mine.
“I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!” he cried. “Stay awake! Please! I don't want to go home a murderer! No! No! HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” he was screaming. My eyes half closed, as I started to drift into a sleep, I felt myself transferred into different arms. Stronger, more stable ones—the ambulance. Suddenly, I was lying flat, on sort of a soft surface. I felt a manner of things, poking and pricking me. Distant sounds of an engine, far off screams, shouts, and pleas— high chirps of the scattered birds, and then a tingling sensation.
When I tried to listen in, when I tried to stay awake, I became exhausted. How easy it would be, just to sleep.
“…Losing…hurry…” I could hear a very faint conversation. The doctors.
“Please help me. Please, please help me.” I tried to say, when suddenly, a loud popping noise rang out, and I heard the sound of static, disrupted connection.
And soon, everything was black. Pitch black, and not a thing to be seen or heard.
