Forever Running (ON HOLD)

2 - This is when it began (Flashback)

*OK, so I know it says flashback... but the main girl in the story doesn't actually remember what is happening in these chapters. So while she is fighting to figure out what is going on, you guys will actually know! See what I did there?! ;) It's kind of like situational irony.*

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~Those who achieve happiness deserve to be awarded it always. But, honestly, when is that ever the case?

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2 - This is when it began (Flashback)

     "Hey Mom! I'm gonna go out for a bike ride! I'll see you in like half an hour!" It was such a beautiful summer day, and it seemed like the perfect time to go outside and have some time to myself. A bike ride seemed like the perfect idea!

     "Alright, that's fine sweetheart!" my Mother called after me, "Oh, and don't forget your phone in case you get hurt!" but I had already left by the time she said yes.

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     We lived in such a picturesque neighborhood; gorgeous big houses, lots of trees, birds always singing, etc. That's what I had always loved about Virginia. It was always, said simply, perfect.

     I turned onto the sidewalk, and pushed slightly on my handle-bar brakes, preparing for the downwards portion of the massive hill my neighborhood held.

    I always told myself that someday I wasn't going to use the brakes, and simply ride down witnessing the full power of gravity. But, staring down towards the bottom, always forced me to rethink and eventually chicken out. 

     Around the halfway point, I closed my eyes for just long enough to lose my focus and swerve slightly off the sidewalk. The grass was even and I hadn't fallen off or anything, but I still preferred to ride on the hard cement.

     Sadly, the inch where I chose to regain my position on the sidewalk, the pavement jutted up just enough to bend my front wheel and catapult me from the bike and into the street. 

     I hit the asphalt with a force I didn't think my body could handle. "Ow...." I groaned. I tried to stand up, but my dreams were immediately squashed, when I noticed the six inch gouge in the left shin.

     "Oh, my fucking God!" the second I spoke, I began to witness the full severity of the wound.  "Aghhh! Dammit!" Blood was coming out, FAST. 

     I began wildly searching my pockets for my phone, "Shit!" It was still on my charger at home. Panic overtook me, and I began to scream for help, but it was three o'clock on a Monday, and the important businessmen and women that I called neighbors, were all at their jobs.

     "Shit!" I tried yet again to stand up, but as soon as I put the smallest amount of weight on my leg, it buckled under me, and I found myself falling back onto the ground. There was still a, rather too fast for my liking, current of blood flowing from my leg. I began to really hate my interest in doctor dramas, because from what I could tell, if I lost any more blood I was going to go unconscious and maybe even die.

     I then realized that I still had my jacket tied around my waist from earlier today. Hurriedly, I untied I and wrapped it around my leg. It stung, but the pressure seemed to be helping slightly.

     I was wrong. After just 30 seconds the blood had already seeped through and was dripping onto the road.

     "Fuck!" I screamed it as loud as I could, somewhat hoping that someone would ignore the context, and come to rescue me from the middle of the road. But no reply came.