All My Heart

Chapter Three

“So, we have to call a taxi now?” I asked.
“Yep, we sure do!” Quinn said that he just won the championships. “Or we could walk,” he said in a less excited tone.
“I think we should get a taxi and I volunteer Quinn to pay,” Bonnie said.
“HEY?!” Quinn yelled in MY ear.
Here we go again! I thought to myself. As they were yelling at each other I flagged down a taxi and solved our problem, for now.
“Hey, umm, guys are you going to get in or not?”
We got in the car and I only needed one look at Bonnie and Quinn to tell that they were going to flare up another argument at any second.
“Cash or card?” the driver asked.
“Uhh,” I responded blankly. “Guys!” I whispered urgently to Quinn and Bonnie. “Where’s the money?”
“In the bag,” Quinn responded.
“And where’s the bag?” I remarked
“Bonnie,” Quinn asked. “Where’s the bag? It has the money.”
“I don’t have your stupid bag!” Bonnie replied harshly while crossing her arms.
I slapped my forehead. ALL OF THAT, I thought ALL OF THAT FOR ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, AND WE FORGOT THE BAG!
I groaned in frustration. “Now we have to go back!”
“It’s not my fault!” Quinn commented. “It was Bonnie that distracted us!”
“WHAT!” Bonnie screamed. “I’M NOT THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO RUN OFF OUT INTO THE STREET!”
By then, the taxi driver looked about to give us a ride for free to get us to stop arguing.
“Well, let’s go get that bag already instead of plowing through time with pointless conflicts!”
We finally got out of the car and went back into the building to get the bag. I went to the carrier cart and dug through the suitcases as if they were trash. I got to the bottom without finding our bag and failed again to spot it on the way back up.
“Guys? Did one of you take the bag already?”  I asked hopefully.
I caught Bonnie flipping off Quinn and Quinn getting ready to do the same when I asked this worry-filled question.
Bonnie shifted nervously as I gave her a stern look. “No. Neither of us had the bag, and if we had, we would have been in the taxi already!
I threw up my hands defensively and said, “I was just asking!”
“Oh wait I have the bag,” Quinn said as if nothing happened.
WAIT, WHAT?! I did not see that one coming! 
“Why didn’t you tell me that you had the bag?” I said trying to stay calm, not wanting to make Bonnie cry again. We’re all gonna be safe and we are all gonna have a great time.
Just then, I saw something race past us. What the fudge nuggets was that? I thought to myself when a shopping cart zoomed past us. With something or someone in it.
“Jeez!” Bonnie exclaimed. “What the heck was that?!”
Quinn gasped. “It snatched our bag right out of my hands! HEY! GET BACK HERE!” Quinn shouted at the person in the cart.
We all ran after the guy with security guards at our backs shouting for us to stop. The cart flew through the crowd and over an old lady who screamed in agony. That stopped the security guards for sure. The cart flew toward the escalator and rocketed down the steps like some rodeo rocket man. The cart hit the ground with a thud and sprawled over the ground along with our bag. The escalator had been stopped which made it a whole lot harder for us to get down it with all of the people that had gathered.
“Well, well, well. Look what we’ve got here,” Bonnie said with her hands on her hips.
She bent down and took the bag and then stalked off towards the man who was lying still on the ground. Bonnie gasped and jumped back as if she had seen a ghost and it turns out that she practically did. The man was dead.
“So much for a heist,” Quinn remarked.
And just like that, we left as if nothing happened and flagged down another taxi. I managed to fall asleep sometime between one o'clock and two and woke up with a start. Quinn was flipping a quarter and Bonnie was trying to catch it mid-air. She almost did when she whacked it at the driver. The impact startled the man and made him lurch forward, swerving the steering wheel in the process. The car jerked to the other side of the road and made the lives of everyone flash through my eyes.
It was an impact that should have killed all of us but I was the unlucky one. The taxi flipped over multiple times, windows smashing, the roof closing in on us, and shards of asphalt spinning their way into my skin. We skidded to a stop on the side of the taxi which was wholly flipped over. I struggled with my seatbelt and just one look told me that the driver was dead and the quarter was gone. I crawled out of the ruined window and limped over to where Bonnie lay.
It was just like the man at the airport. A bad omen with a ghost of a chance of survival. Death. It was the only thing that I could think about. Quinn wasn’t anywhere in sight so I suspected he was dead too.
They were dead, the same thing that I wanted to be as I sobbed my heart out.
I woke up to a smack in the face, plated there by Bonnie.
“We’re here, lazy ass. Get out of the car and help us unpack.”
I gasped with relief. It was just a dream. I didn’t think I would ever fall asleep again.