Pulse

^Pulse Three^

For a girl who lived in a small town, I had had more accidents happen to me than my mom has had in all her life. First it started with the wolf biting me, then I had a pet cat who somehow ended up getting rabies and biting me, then there was a time where I ran my bike into a tree and got a concussion, also when a car ran a stop sign going 2 hours a mile coming straight for me. I had jumped out of the way for that one. My point is, life pretty much kinda sucked for me when it came to how many doctors visits I had to take. At the same time it made me realize how much I needed to rely on myself to get stronger and faster.

In times like this I tend to go straight to all the bad things that have happened to me, but I really never appreciate the good. I did have wonderful parents, the cat who face me rabies didn't mean to give me rabies they suffered also, and my life is worth fighting for. I remember when I was younger I used to ask my mother what the point of my life was. She would lean down kiss my cheek and say "Noella someday you are going to find that thing that makes your heart race, a smile grace your lips, and know that it was worth living for. Whether it's somebody, or doing something, that choice is up to you".

I haven't yet found that niche but someday I know I will, and that keeps me from wanting to fight the darkness and surface up from it. At that moment I vowed that death will never defeat me, not without first finding out what's worth living for.

The crack of bones sounded through the deadly silence as I rotated my neck. The first thing that I saw was glazed over blue eyes staring into mine. I let out a scream and scrambled backwards falling down in the back right on my ankle, hearing a deep crack as I crashed down in the back.

Leaning over by a box I emptied out the dinner I had that evening and let a few tears escape. Whether it was the fact that I had heard my own bone break and pain was searing through me, or the fact that I had unintentionally caused the driver to end his young life short, my stomach had disagreed with it. I hoped he had died fast because that branch that was currently through the windshield and into his stomach seemed to hurt a lot.

After I settled down enough I crawled to the front of the van avoiding the gruesome site to my left. I hesitantly placed my hand on the passengers neck and felt for the man's pulse. Time passed before I felt the slight thu-thump of his heart beat and I let out a sigh. After figuring that out I crawled into the back again trying desperately to ignore the pungent smell.

The box seemed to be urging me over so I quickly opened the body sized box. I gasped after I saw the clear bags full of blackish red liquid. Another set of bags was placed to the side, leather casing around it. I pulled back the zipper looking at the assortment of syringes.

A groan pulled me out of my thoughts and quickly I looked for a way out of the tiny entrapment. Looking to the back doors I realized that the handles were only on the outside. Still trying, I slammed my body weight against the door. I let out a scream of frustration before I made my way to the front of the van. Because of my ankle I could only climb over backwards with my good foot in front, leaving me to straddle the man in the passenger seat.

Moving slightly I tried to open the handle but it was dented in and the lock was broken. Moving again I roamed my hands against the man trying to look for the barreled metal object that was pushed against my head what seemed like hours ago. The man let out a groan and I froze as I felt something poke against my leg. My face turned bright red when I realized what exactly was pushing against me.

Getting used to the embarrassment I quickly went on my search for the gun and pulled it out, next I decided that if he does wake up I wanted him unarmed so against my better judgement I leaned over to the impaled man and found his gun. Next I twisted around and grabbed the scissors that flew up onto the dashboard, it had been a few inches away from where I had woken to. It was weird knowing that you were a few inches and seconds away from death's door.

Taking the butt of the gun I slammed it against the window, with as much strength as I could muster and many hits later the window shattered and I let out a breath of fresh air. Quickly throwing the guns to the ground outside the window, I started to follow.

A piece of glass sticking out innocently had cut a thin slice on my thigh as I climbed my way out the window. Blood ran down as I fell the rest of the way down to the muddy ground. Crying out I braced myself on my knees wanting to give up right then and there. A moan from the van shook me out of those thoughts and I quickly looked around at my surroundings.

The van itself had crashed into a big oak tree one of the bigger low branches going straight through the windshield. The tree was the only thing keeping it from heading straight into the river. Quickly I decided that it would be better if I didn't have the gun. Even if I had it, I haven't ever used a gun in my life and it would confuse me too much. Plus in my state I couldn't keep him, if he wakes up, from wrestling the gun from my possession. So just as quick as those thoughts ran through my brain I tossed the guns in the river.

Making my way closer to the road, limping all the way there, I tried to get back onto the flat ground. The mud was making it impossible to climb the sides and I almost lost my grip. Suddenly I heard a quiet curse word come from the van making me stumble back and roll down the slope. I cried out as a sudden coldness swept over my body.

My lungs burned as water quickly invaded and I couldn't see anything as the water brought me into its depths. Silent screams filled my mind and what seemed like hours later, but only a couple seconds, the waves pushed me up and I could finally breath. Looking around I noticed the water pulling me farther from the van, but I could see the silhouette of a man tumbling out from behind the side, to stand at the back.

Just as quick as I glanced behind, a rock pushed against my injured ankle and I tried to scream but was muffled as I was taken under again. Like a rag doll I was pulled up and oxygen filled my lungs with a gasp. My energy was dwindling but something in the universe decided I needed to live so my feet finally touched a bank and I dragged myself out of the water. I collapsed a couple feet from the water and sighed in relief, I wanted to just fall asleep right there but survival kicked in and I knew I needed to find someone to help me or else I would die of hypothermia.

Ripping more of my dress I wrapped it around my thigh helping keep the blood at bay. Adrenaline kicked in and I picked myself up finding a long stick to lean on as I limped forward into the forest. Walking through the trees I picked a direction from a gut feeling and trudged along. I must have been walking for an hour before I saw a beckon of hope. In the sky rose smoke, such as the ones that would come from a chimney. If I was right that would mean a house, house meant people.

Picking up my pace I made it to the huge house in less than 15 minutes. I didn't marval much on the massive size much as I practically tried to sprint to the porch. My luck lately had run out and I tripped on the stairs tumbling down onto the porch, laying right in front of the door. Blood pooled around me on the pure white boards and I tried to push myself up, gripping the golden knob with my hand, smearing blood on it. The slick handle made me lose my grib, and I fell down with a defeated sigh. My eyes started to tunnel and I desperately tried to keep them open.

"Help" I whimpered my voice scratchy and hollow. "Hel-" I didn't get to finish. It was if the energy was suddenly all sucked from my body at once and I couldn't speak or move anymore. The only thing left was my sense of hearing, and death was the only thing that rung in my ears.