And Then It Happened

Chapta 8

He was going into hysterics now. He started to scream and pound his against the metal car, sobbing. The feeling of loss and despair was welling up inside him, threatening to explode at any second.

he felt like he was drowning in grief. It was suffocating him, pushing down on his chest so he could barely breathe. No! he couldn't believe it. He wouldn't!! She was not dead, she couldn't be. Tears stained Bens face and more kept coming. he could barely see threw the waterfall of pain. He unbuckled Sally from the seat and dragged her outside onto the soft grass.

"Sally?" Ben whispered as he put her head in his lap. "Please. Please don't die." Ben sat like that, with Sally's motionless head in his lap, sobbing, for how long he didn't know. All he knew was that when he finally looked up again, the sun was setting and it was getting dark, fast. And cold.

Ben was starting to feel uneasy.. This weird tingling in the back of his neck, and this large ball of nerves was starting to grow in his stomach.. He was scared. For himself and for Sally. Her skin was growing cold, really cold. He needed to keep her warm.

Ben decided he would feel better if there was a fire, so he set to work. He leaned Sally up against a nearby tree, marveling at its immense state. Then he set about looking for rocks to make a fire pit. He didn't have to look far, for there were rocks everywhere. Once he had a large circle of them, Ben stood up to look for wood. He put his hands in his pocket, as he usually did when he was thinking, and his fingers hit something.

Something hard. He wouldn't believe it! He pulled his hand out and there it was! His drumstick shard. He quickly checked his other pocket and a felling of elation tricked through him.

His pocket knife! Ben couldn't believe his luck! He still had his knife!! He hadn't lost it in the wreck. Bun took off, knife in hand, with a feeling of reassurance, in search of firewood. ..

Ben stumbled back into the clearing with his arms full of fallen sticks and twigs. He threw them in the pit and picked up two smooth stones and banged them together. Nothing happened. He took the back end of his pocket knife and hit it hard against one of the stones. It sparked. In only a couple more tries he had a fire blazing.

Ben sat down behind it, exhausted, and hugged his knees to his chest. Ben sat stareing into the fire, his chin on his knees, until sleep over took him.

When he awoke the next morning the fire was still going, but Sally was gone. Ben felt fear and pain quickly seep into his veins and accumulate around his heart. It felt like little splinters of cold metal, rushing through him to create an iron hand clamping down on his heart.

"SALLY?" Ben shouted.

"SALLY!!"

"WHERE ARE YOU?"