65 in a 45. In the middle of nowhere. Perfect.
Something about Doctor Clauson's text message disturbed me. It was not the context of the message. No it was the truth behind what the message said. Inside of me, I could tell, that something was terribly off. I began to nervously press down on the pedal. Lead foot mentality began to kick in to full gear. It inconveniently started to rain outside.
Great.
That is the last thing that I need since I am already going way past the speed limit. I looked down at my right forearm to notice my veins were turning a greenish purple. I looked into my rear view mirror and witnessed phantom hairs growing out of my pores on my face. My eyes were a golden brown. What in the world was happening to me. I gripped the steering wheel tighter as the sky's tears continued to pound the earth below. Something was most DEFINITELY wrong.
Stop sign. I can NOT wait for this.
Before I can understand or comprehend what I was doing, I was going faster, picking up speed so that I could make it through the intersection before I was forced to stop. That instinctual decision would be one that would change my course of life forever. I did not make the stop. One lone car made it's way forward and both of our vehicles made each others acquaintance.
The impact was made on the drivers side. The sound of glass and the smell of burning rubber dominated my senses until the feeling of pain crept upon me as my head slammed hard against the steering wheel, causing my blood to splatter across the dash board and the windshield.
Wonderful, a failed airbag
My car finally came to a screeching halt. The nightmare was far from over. As I was finally able to lift my head up to see through my windshield, what I witnessed next was what will haunt me forever. The car that I had impacted with had been flipped at least 14 times or more. The lights from my car, weaving through the continuous fall of rain, revealed to me another horror. The passenger was no longer in the drivers seat, but laying on the asphalt on her side, dying in the middle of the road 30 feet from the vehicle crash.
My body was still overreacting to whatever it was going wrong inside of me. Yet, my body was healing at a miraculously fast rate. I was able to open my door as it was not jammed in by the accident. I fell to the ground instantly. My legs had not healed up completely yet. Since we were in the middle of nowhere, I did not know how long it would take for the ambulance or medics to make it here. So many things were going through my mind. It was my fault that all of this happened.
All of this bloodshed, this is in my hands. If I was to be caught, convicted, sentenced? My life would be over. Oriah, Enan, our wedding, our life together. It would all be over. I can not let that happen. But how do I get away from this? How do I cover this all up?
I had an idea. A plan. I crawled my way on the ground, my elbows and knees digging into the asphalt, the wet black pebbles sticking onto my dress pants and button down shirt. The downpour of rain mixed with my blood, bleaching my shirt an newly unfamiliar color. As I got closer and closer to her body, I noticed that my forearms were not only covered with pebbles and glass, but they were sticking to large blotches of blood on my sleeves. I stopped crawling to look down at the ground I was crawling upon.
Her blood
Her blood was twirling with the stream of rain water running towards the drainage holes in the road. Her blood was truly in my hands. I can not waist any more time. I picked myself up slowly but steadily, and gingerly walked my way over to her seeming-less lifeless body. I could faintly hear breathing, her motion-less body laid there in front of me. I checked her body for any broken bones. There were plenty. Glass protruded out from several different parts of her body.
