Prototype

Prologue

I listened to the sound of the rain pattering against my car's windshield. The sun had already begun its morning ascent. Its radiant rays had been stopped up by the blockade we call clouds. They were thick and thunderous and blanketed the whole sky in darkness. The wind rustled through the trees singingy the leaves a soft lullaby. The tune carried across the field causing all a soul to hush and be silent. I watched as the water would puddle against my window, masking my vision. Before it had a chance to be hazardous my windshield wipers would whisk it away.
I tried to keep my attention focused on the road but sleep had been tugging at my eyelids. Before I had a chance to doze off Jody spoke up, "Alan your bleeding."
Raising my eyes to my rear-view mirror I could see a streak of Crimson across my forehead and down my cheek. It smelled of iron and left a burning sensation in my cheek. "I know, it happens sometimes because of the accident."
"Alan..." Jody spoke so softly it was barely above a whisper.
"Jody I need to tell you something. Please just Listen."
In the most inconvenient time my phone began to ring. Jody reached for it and held it between her hands. "Who is Michel Daringer?"
"Why is this happening now? Please I just need to talk to you."
She shook her head. "It's to late Alan."
"No please..." Before I could have a chance to finish my sentence I heard the sound of screeching tires. My brakes locked up and jerked the car forward. "No, no, no this always happens! Please not now!"
Jody only turns and tries to fake a reassuring smile. But I could see it. Behind her façade, her eyes, her eyes were so full of sadness. "I am sorry Alan it is time for me to go."
"No don't!" I shout. Then like that I watch as truck plows into the passenger of my car. All of the Windows shatter in a million little pieces. Jody's lifeless body is flung toward me. The last thing I can remember is the look of horror and death on her face.

I scream in horror as I shoot up. Studying my surroundings I found myself in my bed. I had just had a bad dream, a really bad dream. I tried grasping for air like a fish out of water. But no matter how many gulps i took I just couldn't seem to breathe. My heart pounded against my chest. With each thump it felt like someone took a sledge hammer it hit me as hard as they could in my spine. The shockwave that followed echoed through my veins. That wasn't the worse part. It was starring at Jody's face. Her image burned in my mind. All of her life had been sucked out of her rosy checks. Her faded red Burnett hair was a mangy mess. Streaks of it fell across her face, they were covered in blood with bits of glass scattered through out.
Shaking my head I tried to get the image out of my mind. But every time I closed my eyes she was there. My eyes flooded with tears, "I'm sorry, I am so sorry."