The Day

(27) In Pursuit

Chapter Twenty-Seven - In Pursuit

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                My mind raced, but all my thoughts surrounded one question.

                How did this vase get in here?

                First of all, I’m pretty sure I’ve just smashed it to bits. And second, there was no way this could’ve gotten in there.

                Opening my car door, I decided to forget about it. I’ve been in stranger situations.

                The first thing I knew I had to do was get Brent. There was just no way around it. I need to apologize for what I said and I needed to get out of here. Seeing him was the only way to do those two things.

                Backing out of the driveway, I bit my lip and tried to think of what to say. Maybe, “I’m sorry for what I said. But we need to get out of here.”

                I wanted to slap myself. I said all those horrible things to him, and that was my apology? I was never any good at being emotional. I blame it myself, for being so cold-hearted.

                Brent’s house was about ten minutes from mine without any traffic. But in this weather, it was impossible to go the speed I usually went at. My car slipped and slid if I even dared inch past 20 miles per hour. So I sighed, put on the radio, and crawled along the road at 10 miles per hour.

                The atmosphere was really something to look at. I’ve never been in this type of weather, having never been out of California. It was never supposed to snow here. And when it did, it was way up in the north and it was just light flurries with flakes that melted before they hit the ground. And even that ended in school cancellations because people were too afraid to drive their kids to class in that type of ‘severe weather.'

                It would be a wonder to watch what they’d do with this kind of weather.

                The trees were dead, and some were leaning as if they had been under the pressure of the heavy snow for quite some time. Some were leaning because of the huge icicles that were hanging off the branches menacingly.

                I made a mental note to never pass under those trees without being careful.

                Driving on Brent’s street, I had flashes of what happened last night. I was running, and running, and running. I didn’t even know how far I went. All I know is that those last few moments, right before I drifted away, were the most peaceful that I’ve had in a while.

                Everything was white…