Here in the Second Moon

Chapter 3: Two World's Collide

Michael's POV

So there I was, inside a smelly car, looking at life through some bars for the first time. Gradually I settled myself down while I waited for the worst ride in my life. Once I was able to set my emotions aside I realized that someone made that 911 call long before I arrived home. I didn't have the chance to call the cops, which lead me to the conclusion that would change my decision making process: I was being set up. As the cops finally turn the car on and head to the station, I was trying to go over what happened in search of answers, when the light turn red on the street. Right next to us was the same scene: a cop car with a confused teen inside.

- What the hell? – I said out loud

The two cops looked at each other, not surprised of what I saw, but almost uncomfortable with the random car right next to us. To avoid the cop car, they tried to accelerate when the light turned green, which was a very bad idea.

Just then, on the other side of the intersection, a beautiful girl was nervously crossing the road. Almost running, but not so much. She had beautiful black wavy hair down to her waist, a red shirt, and, to my surprise, she had some metal "bracelets" that shined with the Californian sun. I was so hijacked by her presence, that I didn't see that a pick up truck heading perpendicular towards us mistakenly hit the accelerator at the red light, hitting us from the side. The impact was so strong; it turned our car and the other police car around, heading to the wrong direction. The pick up truck crashed heads on with the vehicles waiting in red on the other side. Our car kept turning and spinning from the impact, until it ended up totally laying on it's left side, on top of another car. It was a total wreck. I couldn't move from neck pain, and my ears were deaf for some minutes. My sight was blurry and my cheeks were full of tiny glasses from the windows. But I didn't get the worst part. The two police officers in the front were either dead or unconscious from the wreck, and the car was so damaged that there were parts were you could only see the car frame. But I was alive and conscious. Conscious after the car crash, and conscious enough to know that it was my chance to become a runaway.

I was faced with two options: to believe that it all was a misunderstanding. To think that the boy next to the car I was traveling in deserved to be in prison. And to see the bracelet on the pretty girl's wrists as a fashion statement instead of handcuffs. On the other hand, I could believe in a conspiracy theory, where all the three of us teenagers where falsely accused of murder by some sick individual with a lot of power. I've never being known to be an optimistic, so the decision was made.

My heart kept pounding so hard I felt I was having a heart attack. I had these panic attacks before, so I knew it wasn't as terrible as it felt. I took a deep breath, and made the decision of not looking back. I had to solve my problem by figuring out what was going on myself. It could be a regrettable decision, but at least I was going to try to do the right thing. So I got out of the car, looked around to where the closest dark alley was, and ran towards that direction.

I rushed to cross the street, when suddenly I heard a cry for help. I didn't know where to look, let alone if I should help anyone at all, due to my "handcuff situation". I remembered the pretty girl crossing the street:

- It could be her – I thought to myself, so I fought through the chaotic scene to find out a familiar face behind the red shirt and the beautiful black hair...