Crashed Ways

Chapter 1

It was late and dark, only the orange glow from the street lights kept me from tripping over my own feet. My flimsy cardigan hung low over my shoulders, doing a bad job of protecting me from the cold winter night.

The only sound that could be heard was the pounding of my feet against the hard ground, it grew harder and quicker until I was fully running. "Not long now and you'll be home in your warm bed" I thought to myself, oh how wrong was I.

I was running hard now, panting for air, desperately trying to get to my home. The shriek of an owl could be heard from afar. Shivers crawled all along my back and the hair at the back of my neck was sticking up like a thousand needles.

Sweat was building up on my forehead, I had been running for 10 minutes and I still wasn't close to home.

As I came to a halt, I bent forward, putting my hands on my knees gasping for air. I felt as if I had been in a desert as my mouth is so dry. I started coughing, putting my hand over my mouth to try and stop it, which didn't help.

Once my coughing fit had come to an end I looked at my watch to see that it was already 11:47pm.

Once again I started making my way back home, walking this time.

In the distance I could see a bright white glow over the mountains.

I carried on walking.

The low rumbling noise of a car could be heard and the light grew bigger and faster towards the direction I'm walking in.

The noise grew bigger and bigger and the car was going faster.

The light from the car was blinding me as it went around the corner. My hands flew over my eyes to protect them.

The car noise grew larger and larger until I couldn't hear it. I couldn't hear anything.

My body flew from the impact and I hit my head on the concrete floor. I was lying there on the floor numb, I couldn't feel anything and I watched the car speed past me into the distance until I could no longer see it.

My vision became fuzzy and soon I was engulfed into the darkness.

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I could hear the birds tweeting around me, smell the freshly cut grass and feel the cold concrete road underneath me.

Putting both hands by the side of my body, I pushed myself up into a sitting position while looking around. Everything seemed normal. "Is this a dream?" I thought to myself.

Quickly standing up I looked down at my body. My clothes were ripped and had blood stains on them but there were no injuries, I could see on me.

I decided that I should go home, my parents are probably wondering where I am.

My house was only a few minutes down the road, so it wouldn't take me long to get there.

"Why didn't they come looking for me?" I wondered "They probably would have found me" I thought to myself.

About 5 minutes later I got to my house. Our house was a pretty average size house with two floors and an attic but we had a huge garden which lead to the forest. We lived a few minutes out of town so we are the only one's living in this part of Chesterfield.

I walked up the driveway and made my way up to the front door. As I was making my was towards the door I heard a loud crash coming from inside, followed by my mum shouting.

I quickly opened to front door and the first thing I could hear was my mother crying. Walking into the living room I saw my mum. "Whats happened?" I asked my mum who was sitting on the couch sobbing. Me and my mum were close, very close, we would tell each other everything, especially in times like this. But she just ignored me, like I wasn't there, and kept on crying.