I took a double take and when my eyes returned to where she had been, there was nothing there. She was gone and so was the light. Everything returned to darkness as I opened my eyes to see that I was laying on the side of the road in an entirely different area than I had been attacked in with my empty wallet on top of me and my car and my phone no where in sight.
'Great' I thought. And then I felt the pain. My insides felt like they were ripped out and I could barely move my legs which caused me to panic. I may never dance again and it's all because I stupidly took my family for granted. I realize that i am lucky enough to have two pretty great families and that my attitude is what has been a causing myself so much trouble. I will make it up to everyone. If I survive this, which is beginning to seem very unlikely, I promise to prove to both that I am grateful for them.
I wonder how long it's going to take for someone to notice I am missing. It could be days. Artem thinks I left him for Maks and as far as Maks knows, I decided to continue to stay with Artem. Our next practice isn't until Monday. So for now on this chilly fall Friday night, my only option is to lay here, unable to move and to possibly bleed out.
I wanted her to come back. I wanted my mom to save me from the pain I was in. I started begging her to take me to be with her already, up in her pain free kingdom when suddenly a car began to drive toward me. I took this as a sign sent from her that she didn't want me to join her yet, not for a very long time. I hadn't fulfilled my promise I made to her and so my guardian angel sent someone to rescue me. To keep me alive. This gives me hope that I will be able to dance again after this, because she will make sure of it.
With all the strength I had in me, I pushed myself up high enough off the ground for the headlights to notice me. It worked, the car stopped and I saw a woman looking horrified. Great I must look like the walking dead.
"Oh my god" the woman jumped out of the car, "are you okay? It's going to be alright, I am calling 911."
"Thank y..." I managed to say before falling back down and having my world spin all around me. I felt light headed and once again the darkness closed in on me.
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Striving for Greatness: A Vladimir Chigvintsev Story
FanfictionVlad Chigvintsev is now 16 years old. After his mother's death when he was 10, Vlad made a promise to her as well as himself that he would become the best dancer in the world, just like both of his parents had been. Vlad must balance between keeping...
