Dead by Daylight (Fanfiction)

Had a feeling that I belonged

And I had a feeling that I belonged.

She sang along to the lyrics, the darkness speeding past as she stared out of the window, feeling the past slip away.

Leave tonight or live and die this way.

The notes hit home hard. Her gran had once told her never to let the sun set on an argument. Fat chance of that tonight, the orange glow was disappearing over the horizon, darkness taking its place. The coach was heading for South Dakota, and from there she didn't know, somewhere no one knew her, somewhere she would be free. Turning up her headphones she closed her eyes and rested her head on the window, letting the rocking of the coach guide her into a dreamless sleep.

One am and the coach pulled up into the grey, drab station. People were greeted by friends and family at the arrivals lounge, she yawned and bought a coffee from a machine feeling free but isolated. Three sugars and it still tasted bitter, but at least it was warm. She wished she had have had the sense of mind to pick up a thick coat, instead she shivered in her hoodie and stared at the departures screen. The next one was at six am, to Montana, that would do. She would find a job, use her saving to get a nice little flat. The daydream kept her awake for the next five hours, and it was with leaden eyes that she sat down on the almost empty coach at six, clutching her fourth cup of coffee and hoping the coach had a toilet. At least the heating was working, which was more than she could say for her phone, which had ran out of battery three hours ago. She sat with her legs on the empty seat behind her, head turned awkwardly so she could watch the passing cars, playing the game she always played when she heard a car at night. She made up stories for them, who was driving, where were they going and why. A battered yellow beetle sped past. In her head it was driven by a young blonde, in a pair of ripped jeans and a distressed tee, two other female friends in the back, all off on a holiday somewhere warm. Beaches and boys, they would pass a spliff between them, one would find love but it would end when they drove back.

Laughter interrupted her fantasy, four guys sat in the backseats, chucking to themselves. The laughter turned to wheezing and finding herself curious she peered between her seats to see one of the guys, the one in the blue hoodie, clutching his stomach as screeching laughter erupted from his mouth. She frowned concerned the fellow was having a heart attack. He stopped laughing and turned to his friends. "Why people always looking at me when I laugh?" he scowled.

"Maybe because you is a dumbass"

"Shut up Wildcat"

Embarrassed but smiling she turned back outside the window, watching the world pass her by. A loud cheer came from the guys when they rolled onto route 90. "Lui better have some food ready for me when we get there. I'm hungry"

"You're always hungry Delirious"

"Shutch up Cartoonz" Warmth filled her chest listening to Cartoonz and Delirious bicker back and forth. They sounded like brothers arguing over the last cookie. She had always wanted a brother, someone big and strong to protect her from...well. It wasn't worth thinking about. She had let go the anger at her mother a long time ago, her mother truly hadn't known, at least not about her father's extra activities, when the police had come to their door it had sent them into shock. Still they had been tainted with the same brush, moving house after house, different towns, cities, countries. She had never had time to settle down and make friends, someone always found them, always got the word out. It had sent her mother into depression, and the suicide had seemed inevitable. It still hurt her though. The funeral had been three days ago, and she had just walked away, leaving her belongings behind. She listened to the guys chat about what was on the other side of this journey for them, friends, a camping trip, video games and late nights roasting marshmallows. She longed for something like that, and watched as the forest started to build up, wondering what was waiting for her, what she was looking for. She started humming the first lines of a song from memory, her mother would always watch musicals when her dad was out, they would have picnics in her mums big bed, sprawl out eating chips and chocolate, singing along to Julie Andrews and Doris Day. It was early winter and the sun was just starting to rise as she ended her humming. Black hills of Dakota. She thought it would make her mum happy to know she had remembered it.

The car came out of nowhere and they all screamed as the coach veered off, sliding down into the forest, skidding down a hill into the side ploughed into a tree and the world went dark once more.

"Hey, Girl. Wake up" she could hear the voice, it was no longer wheezing in laughter, but in exhaustion. Her side had been the one rammed into the tree, she tried to open her eyes but her body would not obey her.

"Delirious, the front is smoking, we've gotta go"

Whose smoking? Why? Smoking isn't allowed on public transport. It's bad for you. Make the smoke stop, second hand cancer and all that.

She was lifted, feeling weightless, was God holding her? Was she rising off now? I'm coming Mum. Don't cry. Dad won't be there, or will he? Am I going to hell? I should have told someone, I wanted to. But he said he would hurt you mummy. I'm so sorry mummy. And those girls too, I'm sorry. I could have saved you. I was too young, it was too much. Mummy?