The Black Swan

Chapter 2- Crushed Sunflowers.

December 20

The day

05:16 pm

Lucie was biting down her lips to stop her from screaming of nervousness. Trembling, she was laying on the dirt with Brianna half dead on her rights ide. Mark, Brianna's brother, is still not there. She got up on her knees to glance at the house behind her again and felt a shudder move down to feed the monsters in her stomach. There were two ambulance vans and one police car. A lot of people were swarming around the house from all sides randomly. Some taking photos, others writing on papers and most of them talking. There were two police officers walking around the house searching for, as Lucie guessed, them. Fear flooded inside of her as they were only ten miles away from the them, and when Mark's humongous van comes they will be seen.

Bri's fingers were turning blue, what does that mean? Lucie had no clue, and for the first time she wished she had listened a bit more when Bri was talking about her Asthma. Every curl in Lucie's hair were fighting each other, tangled and fizzy making Lucie wish she had a ribbon to tie them in a bun. Lucie was sweating like hell and smelled so bad. She herself couldn't believe it has been three days since she had showered last time. She didn't even change her clothes all this time. She looked at Bri's face that was turning a darker shade of red and her lips whitening like a ghost . Her hair was organized in straight long lines though, as if just brushed.

When Mark arrived, all the people on earth knew about it.  Lucie glanced back on the cops who ran back to their car. Mark hopped out of his blue Toyota Van and came running towards them. He ran towards Brianna first, ignoring Lucie's existence.

"What happened to Brianna?" He said loudly grabbing more attention than he already got. "Can you explain what the hell is going on? What did you do to her?" His voice was deep and loud uncontrollably.

"Just let's go quickly, Mark. I'll explain everything in the van. Quick!!" Lucie shushed him from asking more questions and pointed at the police, that were now starting their car. "POLICE? What the hell Lucie! What is going on! And where have you and Brianna been the past 2 days!?"

She shushed him again. "Mark! I will explain everything in the van. Now let's GO!"

He grabbed Brianna, scooping her onto his humongous hands. Her hair dangled loosely, the tips still touching the soil. As if they aren't already wet with dirt. Lucie grabbed Brianna's heavy bag and wore it. Mark opened the door and put Bri quickly in the seats swearing under his breath. "Damn it, Lucie! Her fingers are freaking blue! What the hell did you do?"

Great, now all the world know our names.

"SHUT UP AND LET US GO!" Lucie screamed and ignored the way he tried to blame her on Brianna's state. It was her fault, I guess. Lucie thought. She ran and sat in the front seat shutting the door after her. It didn't take Mark seconds to join her and start the engine. Lucie took a glance to the house to see some updates. "GO MARK!! GO QUICKLY!!!"

The cops were already driving towards them.

Mark drove as fast as he could, crushing the flowers under him. If Brianna is awake she probably would be feeling sorry for the flowers. Lucie then noticed that the van was getting farther away from the cop's car. She let out the breath she's been holding for minutes now, and let herself relax.

"I think Brianna went out of oxygen." She told Mark, who was already rummaging in a big black bag. "You think?" Mark asked her. Rolling her eyes, she asked trying to help, "Does she have some medicine or something I'll give it to her?" Mark nodded. "I am searching, Lucie." One hand on the wheel, he kept on rummaging hysterically the bag on the floor of the car and got out a syringe, a plastic box with a mask attached and a glass bottle.

"Do what I'm telling you. Take 0.5 ml of Ventolin put it in the cap, close it then put the mask on her mouth and turn on the nebulizer, quick!" The angriness in his voice made Lucie's spine shiver. She realized the glass bottle had a tape on it with a big "Ventolin" written in an ugly shade of green. She did as he instructed her, climbed backwards and sat next to Brianna, whose face had turned cold and bluish white, paler than any time Lucie has ever saw her. She put the mask on to Brianna's face and turned the button on.

White clouds of air came out of the nebulizer and into Brianna's nose. Lucie suddenly was conscious of the van's movement. It was going up and down, up and down and she felt motion sickness. The van kept dancing with her stomach as it accelerated on the soil crushing the flowers. When they finally reached the road, Lucie looked backward and watched the cops' car two hundred feet away struggling to keep up with them.

Colors flood into Bri's face. Lucie felt relieved and let out a long tired breath. Why relieved, Lucie? You still have some explanation to make. Lucie thought. And as if Mark had heard her thoughts...

"And now, that we finally are calm and tranquil, can you, please, explain WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING!? LUCIE I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"