A New World #Wattys2016

Chapter 16

I am running.

I don't know where I am going, I am just running where ever my feet will take me.

Where could Zach be?

I stop running for a minute and think.

Well, I have been doing a lot of thinking today.

If there was disinfectant everywhere in the room, some doctors could have taken Zach to the hospital.

Wait, that can't be good.

I try to hold in tears as I stand at the side of the road, waving for a taxi to come over.

None come over, they must all be filled. But when I'm about to give up hope, a taxi pulls over, right next to me.

This taxi, the yellow taxi, saved me.

Yellow... The color of hope.

I jump inside the taxi and hand the driver some money.

"Here sir, can you take me to the hospital please?" I ask, stressfully.

The man looks me over, giving me a weird look. "Are you ok?"

I pause, and take a minute to look at my reflection in his mirror. My hair is a tangled and messy, probably from waking up, falling down a stair case, and then running in the wind. I have bruises all over me. Big circles are under my eyes, and I am pale.

"Yeah... I'm fine." I say, stuttering, embarrassed.

"The guy takes a moment to think it through to wonder if I am sane, but then just shrugs and starts driving.

After five minutes, I start to get tired of the guys super slow driving. I sit up in he seat and stretch myself to the front.

"Hey, can you please GO A LITTLE FASTER!?!?!?" I try to stay calm, but I lose control and scream in his ear.

The man obviously didn't expect for me to scream right into his organ of hearing, and starts to skid across the road.

I start screaming, right into his ear too, and the guy starts to put his hands over his ears and screams too.

Cars continue to skid left and right, trying to avoid crashing into us. The driver is still not in control and starts driving on the sidewalk. Suddenly, a street lamp comes into my view. We are heading right for it.

"Stop!" I scream. "Stop!"

The driver slams on the break, but not stopping fast enough, because he hits the street lamp. The pressure from stopping so fast, and from me taking off my seatbelt to talk to the driver, causes me to fly off the seat and hit the front window. I hear a series of cracks, painful sounding noises, and screams until everything goes black.