Decade (Coming Soon)

Prologue

The year was 2012, the year before graduation. Life was looking good, grades staying up and social life better than ever. That is until the accident.

Her name was Laura Jones, an eighteen year old senior finishing her last year of school before college. She never made it to college. It was the day of graduation that Laura lost her life. They called it a freak accident, an accident that had a one in a million chance of happening. On the way to graduation two trucks sandwiched her car, killing her instantly before her car had flipped over, ending up in a ditch.

Today is Laura's funeral. The day we bury a beautiful girl gone way before her time, a girl with a bright future ahead of her. She got along with everyone, she was the nicest person I knew, and today I say goodbye to the person I looked up to. Everybody loved Laura.

As her best friend Ella says her speech and the air fills with laughter and more tears I stare off into the distance, zoning out from what is going on around me. I look at how the wind changes the direction of the leaves and how the branches sway.

The only thing that brought me back was the figure that leaned over the coffin, placing a delicate flower on the top of it. Something was so similar about this person though. Something that I couldn't put my finger on until the moment the figure had disappeared into thin air.

"I've seen you before." I whisper to myself, only drawing attention from the two people seated beside me. 

Witnessing the strange figure disappear before my very eyes was a frightening sight, but what scared me the most was where I had seen them before. On my way to school I had passed the stranger and brushed past her. Her wounds matched those found on Laura's body. There was this feeling I got when I passed her though, and the only way I can explain the feeling is one that makes me sound crazy. It felt like.. Death.

After the funeral I couldn't hold it in any longer. I have to know who they are. I don't know how I'm going to find it out but I have to try. Nobody else at the funeral had seen her, I asked if anyone had noticed anything strange but they all just shook their heads. Why didn't anyone else see her? I mean, its not hard to miss a wounded forty year old lady placing a flower on a coffin during the middle of someone's speech. Especially with wounds that bad, it's unusual that nobody had called the hospital or reported it.

As I lift the lid of my laptop the anxiety begins to set in. What if she is someone that I don't want to know the story of? How is it even possible that she is even here? With wounds that bad, how did nobody notice her? And why did I not think much of it when I saw her two days ago?

I decide that the first thing I would look up is any missing people in the area, or anyone that has escaped a nuthouse. She could be one of those creepy people that just turn up and nobody knows what they are doing or how they got there. 

The only mental hospital in Wesley has been closed for over ten years, when a suicide happened inside the building, causing most of the patients to have complete mental breakdowns. All of the patients had to be moved to other hospitals at least five hours away. She couldn't have walked that far, and there are none around Wesley. That crosses out the possibility of her escaping a nuthouse.

The next thing I looked up was if there had been any major car accidents apart from Laura's that have happened lately around the area. None. Not one. 

My hope had faded until I had seen a link leading to an accident from ten years ago that had happened in Wesley. On the same road as Laura's. There was one lady in the car around forty, by the name of Hannah Jones. 

Hannah Jones? Hannah? Jones? The name only sounds slightly familiar but her last name is the exact same as Laura's. Could that just be a coincidence?

I decide to look up Hannah's details to try and find out more about her and why she seems so familiar to Laura. A site brought up her address and it was just a few houses down from Laura's house. I don't have a good feeling about this. My anxiety levels have reached their peak and I feel like I'm getting into something I shouldn't. However I keep looking. That's when I see it. The picture of Hannah Jones, the spitting image of the lady at the funeral today and the stranger I bumped into two days before Laura's death.

How is this possible? Am I Clairvoyant? Was I just hallucinating a person from an accident that happened ten years ago who was a relative of Laura? I remember her saying she had an aunt in the area who she hadn't seen very much. Her name was Hannah. On her family tree I clearly saw Hannah written there and her picture next to it.

This has to be a mistake, I can only see the living, and that has always been the way it is my whole life. So why now would it change? Is it a sign? A sign that I should have helped her? Will it ever happen again? I can't let that happen to another innocent person. It's not right that I do nothing knowing what I know. 

If this ever happens again I swear I will, to the best of my ability, try to stop this from happening to the next person who is destined with this fate. Nobody deserves this. I must do something about it.

And that's when I made my commitment to saving innocent strangers from their fates...