Creatures

01- Imagination

I can't say I know how it feels to be shot by a speeding bullet, but I'd imagine it'd be a little something like the pain I'm feeling right now. Your heart isn't ripped out, but it seems to have quit working properly. In this moment, with the car rolling over itself again and again and again, the car's the gun and I'm the speeding bullet. I should probably be dead by now. I should probably end up dead before the last roll over, but something inside me tells me I'll be okay. Maybe because I know that as soon as this car stops I'll be on my way to the hospital and the one person who truly means anything to me will be by my side before I even get the chance to process anything. Or maybe, I could be just feeling the luck in this very moment that could be the only thing keeping me from being DOA. Pure Luck. It's hard to tell. I'll make a mental note to ask the doctor why I made it out of this alive, once I see that I do.

Thump!

The car finally stops rolling, its path blocked by what looks to be a large oak tree. I try to take in the scene, only to be stopped by my chest tightening and my lips parting as I gasp for air. "H-Help! S-someone!" The words I speak aren't words at all, more like inaudible squeaks that come from a place deep in my throat. A plea that absolutely no one is out there to hear.

Without a thought, I move my hand up to my chest, trying to stop the pain, trying to save myself. It's not working. Instead it's like something takes over me, I'm clawing at my own chest. From the feels of it, I'll have some pretty deep scratch marks once I get out of here. Out of this upside down 1967 black Mustang. It has flames painted up the sides and on the hood. It seemed less ironic when I had it done in the first place.

There's too much happening to properly comprehend what's going on. I've stopped clawing, though it feels as if someone's grabbed a hold of my wrists. I can't move them. They're stuck, nails in my skin, palms pressed to chest, chest still rising and falling with every gasp. I'm losing it, I've gone insane, there's no way this can be real, it's not happening. It's a dream. It's a god forsaken dream. This is all a dream, some horrid nightmare that I'll wake up from when my alarm goes off, telling me it's time to start the day. I have a feeling that won't happen though. This is the sad and twisted reality I've thrown myself into.

I didn't even see it coming. One minute, I was driving down the highway, just like every other Tuesday. The next minute, my car is flipping off the side of the road, down the slope, and into the big oak. This isn't my fault, this wasn't supposed to happen. I'm supposed to be on my way to pick Indie up from the airport. It's his first day back in town after his grandma died. What kind of best friend am I if I can't be there for him at a time like this? He needs me and I've went and almost made him loose a second person he loves and holds close to his heart. What the hell is wrong with me?

The wailing sound of the sirens soon followed by blue and red lights fill the densely wooded area. Leaves crunching as people run on them and doors slamming soon follow. I turn my head slightly to see three fire filled silhouettes appear in the distance. They're soon blocked by a young female paramedic kneeling down by the door of the car. I point, and she moves to look, but when she does there's nothing. Absolutely nothing and no one there anymore. This is not a dream, I remind myself. This is not a dream.

"We need the jaws over here!" She yells. I don't get to find out what those are, because just then my brain fails me. I slowly start to lose consciousness, fading away quickly, barely breathing.

-Meg ❤❤