Look to the Stars

Dirt roads and Death

The miniscule car zooms along the highway with the speed of a demon. I slouch into the red leather interior of the back seat, pouting.

"Come on Star, stop acting like a toddler." I hear the condescending voice echo through my brain, and I slide further down on the seat, ignoring these annoying, responsible people. Another voice cuts through the thick blur filling my brain, this time the same voice that pulled me away from Mr. Wall.

"It's ok Mrs. S; I don't think she is listening. This was my fault. It was my idea to come to the club. I just had to get out of the house. Star told you about my breakup with Danny, right? It was awful. He broke up with me ON TEXT! I mean, honestly, what kind of jerk does that! I just-"

I groan. Trying to listen to these weird voices is hurting my head. Slowly, I let myself fall into dreams of sexy walls, blue, purple, and hands like leeches.

I wake to a jarring impact and horror movie status screaming. I open my eyes slowly, and immediately start coughing, and panicking. Thick, billowing, lavender smoke fills the small car. It is completely suffocating. I can feel it filling my nose and gaping mouth, and seeping into my pores, clogging my whole being with darkness. Terrified of the untainted evil influencing me, I scramble out of the car with the as much nimbleness as a drunken person could possibly possess. I stumble away from the car, cursing my choice of shoes, and rip off the black studded stilettos. A wave of dizziness washes over me with the strength of a pregnant elephant, and unable to stand for a minute longer, I drop to the ground with a large SPULCH. Crap, did I just sit on road kill?

"Shiz, gross," I mutter to myself, giggling at my wonderful luck tonight. Shakily, I scoot to the side for a better view of the poor animal. My giggling is immediately replaced with a sob so violent it causes me to vomit, and I turn away, spewing cheap beer all over the dirt road. I press my hands against the warm dirt and the rich scent of pine fills my nostrils. A warm breeze caresses my features, blowing strands of hair from my face and eventually, I turn to face my fears, trying to convince myself what I saw could not be true. It cannot be true.

I turn back around. This time I manage to keep from throwing up at the sight of my parents, and my best friend, Monica, laying in a line down the middle of the street, with thick, bloody gashes curling in graceful spirals up and down their legs and torso. I shake, unable to shed a tear, the pain is overwhelming. Everyone I love, everyone I have in this world, dead, in a line, on a random shady old back country road. My face hardens into granite and I stand with a sudden gracefulness, all the while gazing into the eyes of death with a false innocence . I cannot feel anything. My senses are dulled to the point that they are almost non-existent; the only thing I can feel is the excruciating THUMP THUMP, THUMP THUMP, of my heart, twisted and enlarged by pain and terror, then stuffed into a cage half its size.

I stagger back to the car, grab my phone, and plunk in the numbers 911.

Whoever did this to my parents is dead.

Hope you liked it!

~Claire