CHAPTER 2 HAIDEN

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 EIGHT YEARS LATER~


I gained consciousness to a searing pain in my right shoulder, right side, and head. Struggling to pull myself up into a sitting position, I cradled my head in my left hand. The pain prevented me from glancing at my surroundings. Once I managed to shift my head, I saw that there were shards of glass scattered across the street. I quickly became aware of the warm and sticky feeling under my palms. Slowly pulling my hand away from my head, I dreaded what would be on my hands. Dark red blood was splattered across my hand and below me where I lay. A puddle was forming under the body I spotted that was trapped under the wreck of a black SUV a few meters away.

I did my best to stand. Evaluating the damage done to my body, I found a deep gash in my right side that had caused most of the blood. By the amount of blood on my left hand, I assumed that I had a pretty bad cut on my head as well. I attempted to remember what had happened.

As I had popped into the scene a few moments ago, the SUV sped past a red light and slammed into the convenience store that was about 10 feet to the left of me. To my convenience (see what I did there) the glass shattered, throwing me into the street. I was thrown against a cement parking block, and slide across it, leaving the gash in my side. I landed on my shoulder and smashed my head against the pavement. I was knocked unconscious.

Back in reality, stumbling over to the car wreck, I grabbed the cold, bloody, mangled body of a middle aged woman, and pulled her out of the wreckage. About a dozen bottles rolled out after I pulled her free. I dragged her to the sidewalk and laid her on her back. Closing her eyes, I leaned forward and whispered in her ear. She slowly started to disintegrate into golden dust that flew up into the wind, seeking a path to the Underworld. Have fun in Hell, I thought.

Sending her soul on exhausted me. I sat down hard on the sidewalk, feeling nauseous and uneasy . Black spots in my vision started to appear as I heard sirens from the police heading my way. I fell back into unconsciousness. 

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