Only You Can Save Me (SkyDoesMinecraft Fanfic) <Watty Award's 2014>

Chapter 15 {Driving}

I wake with a start and realize I'm not in my bed. I'm in the car. I look out the window and see the highway, us stuck in a traffic jam. When I see the snow in small piles on the cars I remember everything. The Polar Turbine, leaving the house, being in the car for almost a day now. Adam and Gwen have been taking turns driving, because she apparently took a few months of Drivers-Ed. Right now Gwen is driving, Adam fast asleep in the back seat. He looks exhausted, dark circles under his closed eyes. Gwen and I are the only ones awake. I can hear the wind buffeting the side of the vehicle. I straiten up in my chair and stretch my cramped muscles. I glance out the window and see the snow now towering in huge mounds on the side of the road. Impossibly high, probably around twelve feet all the way through.

"How long have I been asleep?" I ask groggily, rubbing my head. Gwen glances quickly at me. "About three hours." She replies. I yawn. "Are we almost out of the state?" She smiles and looks over at me. "Yeah, about two miles." I nod silently [SILENCE WILL FALL!!! sorry....]. I look at Joyce and Adam in the back seat and sigh deeply. I glance down at my watch. 5:36 am, January 6, 2014. It's still hard to believe that it hasn't even been a month I've been living with Adam. It feels like a lifetime. In such a short time my life has changed so much, all because I met one guy in a café on a cold December afternoon. It's almost incomprehensible. I reach down and grab the zipper on my bag. Slowly, I drag it across, opening the container and pull out my phone. Might as well entertain myself if we're going to be here for a while.

I look at my apps and realize I haven't played the Walking Dead game yet. I grin and grab my earbuds that came with the phone, plugging them in and sitting back in the chair. I sit for about five minutes waiting for it to start up, before it finally shows the title screen. Immediately I go ahead and hit the New Game button. When it loads, it's in third person over a guy in the back seat of a police car on a highway. Step-by-step I play through the game, jumping at the first zombie, and then frantically scraping at my screen as the zombie officer approaches me, trying to get the gun and bullet.

"DAMN IT!" I shout when the zombie kills me, before I can pick up the only bullet the second time. Adam shoots up in the backseat, turning his head around alertly. "What! Where! When!" He says quickly, looking at me surprised. "Nothing, just Walking Dead game." I say, a bit ticked off. He groans, slumping back in his chair. "Just, don't." He mutters. I pout as the scene restarts and I did my character in the police car again. I play through the game farther in, and eventually Adam and Gwen switch again while we aren't moving. Suddenly my phone decides to shut off, and I groan, shoving it back in my bag.

"Did your phone die?" I hear Joyce ask in the back. I turn around and pout at her. "Yes." She grins tiredly. "Well now we can talk like normal human beings." I roll my eyes. "About what?" She shrugs. "Things. What are we going to do once we get out of the state? Do you think there will be less traffic?" She asks. "Maybe. Cars are probably going to split off to different states from Oregon, but who knows." I reply, unsure myself. "I wonder how the snow isn't staying on the road." I say quietly, not really intending it to be a direct question. "Probably just luck." Gwen say sleepily. I didn't even realize she was still awake. "Go to sleep Gwen, you deserve it." Joyce says, rubbing her shoulder.

She groans and shifts in her seat. "It's too hard to fall asleep with all the wind." She complains. I learned after a few hours just to ignore the wind. Gwen had been driving though, so she's been more focused on it, therefore more aware of it. Then, I hear a screech of tired behind us outside and a bunch of car horns sound. I turn and see a silver car flying towards us. My eyes widen as it hits the side of the car, not enough to knock us over, but it shakes the car violently and scrapes the side. Adam slams the horn and yells at the car, even though it would be impossible for them to hear him.

I start to hyperventilate. It's suddenly hard for me to breath, and my breaths catch in my throat. My breathing comes out fast and wispy, and my body begins to shake. "F*ck, not now." Gwen says, panicking. She frantically unzips her bag and digs through it, terror in her face. Adam and Joyce both look shocked and confused. I know what's happening. It only happens in very frightening events, or close calls, like a car crashes or injuries. This hasn't happened since 2007. Gwen face brightens as he grabs something in her bag, and she yanks in out. My inhaler. "Quick, use it!" She says, giving it to me. I press it to my mouth and press the button, letting the relieving medicine enter my lungs. I sigh as my breathing returns to normal and the shaking stops.

I remove the inhaler from my mouth and take a few deep breaths, coughing a few times. "Asthma attack. Hasn't happened for almost seven years." Gwen explains to Adam. "I always have an extra inhaler just incase." I shrink down in my chair, tears beginning to come to my eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay. We're fine." Adam says comfortingly, putting a hand on my back. I shake my head, tears now spilling over. "I'm just a burden. I have asthma, dyslexia, ADHD, and depression. I'm just going to hold you all back." I say quietly. Adam sighs, putting his other hand on my other shoulder. "Listen. You are not a burden, you do not hold us back. I have all those things, but I learned to get past depression, and I try my best to help others do the same. You have to try and get past yours." He says seriously.

I look up at him, wiping away a tear at the edge of my chin. "I'm sorry." I whisper. He shakes his head. "Don't be." He replies, smiling. "You have nothing to be sorry for." I sit back up in my chair again and brush away the rest of my tears, and sigh, looking back at Joyce. "Hey, remember, just ask if you need help." Joyce says, smiling slightly. I nod and smile, turning back around. Clenching the inhaler in my hand, I open the main pocket in my suitcase, putting in the inhaler carefully. "Do you have any other cartridges?" I ask, looking at Gwen. She nods, reaching down and pulling out a small bag. "Here, I think there's about three or four." She replies, handing it to me. I take it and put it in the bag with the inhaler before zipping it shut. "Just incase." I say under my breath.

I hear a huge crashing sound. A giant gust of wind hits the side of the car and I feel the car pushed to the side almost immediately. "Sh*t, everyone stay calm, hold on to something!" Adam shouts. I clutch the handle of the bag. Shutting my eyes tightly. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. Then the car flips. We all scream, and I hear my car door get ripped from the rest of the vehicle. Now I can feel the entire force of the storm, as the scientists said, the 145 mph winds. Then I feel the numbingly cold wind begins to pull my out of the car, and I feel the seat belt straining at the ripping strength of the storm. I hear the fabric snap and I scream as I come flying out of the vehicle. "ADAM!" I shout. The extreme winds tug me away from the car, and I try to get back to the flipped figure, but it's too strong. I turn around and see a swirling formation of clouds, almost like a tornado, but not quite.

A single tear escaped my eye and shut them, sighing as I let go. I stop fighting the pull, knowing there's no hope. Goodbye Adam. Goodbye Joyce. Goodbye Gwen. Goodbye. I feel the wind pick up even more and I fly into the air, still clutching the suitcase for dear life. I fly probably ten feet in the air, being sucked closer and closer towards the strange clouds. Then I drop and I hit the snow, my body numbing almost instantly. My vision blurs and slowly everything goes black.

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NO. IT'S NOT THE END.

There are plenty more chapters to come, I have several ideas. Dun worry about it. Dun worry about it.

See you gems later! *fwoop*