Road Trip

|Chapter 19

Here we are in a hospital. Again. So let me tell you how we got here.

We arrived at Kaylee's house, Morning time. Nia walked in, only Nia. She came out ten minutes later holding back tears, pushed Adonis off the drivers seat and stepped on the gas. We hit a few cars here and there, but I don't think they'll mind.

"KAYLEE SABLAN!" she told the nurse. Nurse Trish. Not surprised of Adonis starts hitting on her, she lead us to the room in which Kaylee was set.

"Relation to..." The nurse was cut off. "Sister." Nia said, barging in the room. Unfortunately we were told to wait out. Forced to wait an hour, Nia comes out telling us Kaylee is in a coma, from a car crash that happened weeks ago.

Could it be? I come in realization. During the time the bus's breaks broke, I swore I saw a car, just before I slammed the breaks.

It can't be her, no, this happened in Arizona. That can't be, we're all the way in Virginia, that's too far.

"Where was the car crash?" I tremble saying word after word.

"Arizona, they said it happened before a bus crash, which was us," Nia said, she tries to further explain, but I cut her off.

"That was her. The reason i slammed the breaks. The bus was veering left, way into her lane. I slammed it and I drifted back into our lane. I ran to each of you guys, and out the window I just see a flipped car by the tree." I say. Remembering a big piece of my memory.

"Kai..." Nia said gently. "Its your fault."... "ITS YOUR FAULT!" she shouts out, which shocked everyone else.

"SO YOU RATHER THAT ALL OF US DIE? HUH?" I shout back. "YOU'RE LUCKY YOU'RE ALL ALIVE AND SHE'S IN A COMA AND NOT DEAD." I shout back. Nia just stares at me.

In frustration, I walk towards the elevator, pushing away everyone, even Kia. "Don't follow me." I tell her. The elevator doors close.

I walked out towards the bus, and grabbed a few things. Water, Food, shoes, and a knife. I left the bus, and looked at the direction towards the forest Ren was in.

I sprinted.

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Half tired, I ran half a mile to reach a road. The forest . I see it. Getting dark. I grab the matchbox I had in my pocket from the campfire and grab a few dead leaves. Tearing part of my shirt, I grab a stick, strong enough to withstand heat for a day, I wrap my torn piece of shirt on the top, sticking a few leaves while wrapping. I strike the match and I light the stick.

Off I go into the forest.

I run as fast as I can deep into the woods, knowing how scared I get being alone in dark, huge open spaces. I wish Ren was here . I think to myself.

Tired. I'm tired. Sweaty. I'm sweaty. I'm thirsty. I finish the last full bottle in my bag, eat the last granola bar for dinner, I take of my shirt, throw it on the ground, and leave my bag. I grab a piece of paper in my bag, take the marker I had in my pocket and wrote a location. 'Locust Ave, Clarksburg'

Off deeper into the forest then.