The glass shards of the windsheild pierced my skin, and shredded my t-shirt. The airbag deployed, and my face slammed into it. A shock of pain ran through my neck and spine. My knuckles turned white as I tightly gripped the steering wheel. A huge gash across my forehead caused a consistent throb that slightly burned. Heaving my head off the airbag, I hesitantly looked around the car. A girl looked back at me, a bit in shock, until Harry crawled to the front seat.
"Darcie!" He called. It kind of reminded me of when I took a bath at home. My mum would call me down for dinner and I would have my head under the water with my eyes closed. Everything was so muffled. A sharp ringing sound seemed to get louder and louder in my ears, so my hands cupped them, trying to stifle the noise.
"Darcie!" He called again. By this time, the local sheriff's cars were surrounding my Prius.
"DARCIE!"
I looked blankly around the room, spotting Harry lying on the cot. Slipping on my gloves, I pried Harry's mouth open, observing a small piece of rolled paper shoved in the back of his throat. Grabbing a pair of tongs, I clamped the piece of paper with them and pulled it out. Placing the tongs on a thin paper towel, I carefully unrolled the paper.
The words were unclear at first, very blurred and distorted. Squeezing my eyes shut, I slowly opened them and read over the words:
"Wake up"
My eyes flew open as I rolled over in the tub, my lungs were burning and my body was heavy. I pounded on the marble sides of the tub, my eyes becoming bloodshot and my screams only allowing more liquid to flow into them.
"STOP!!!!" I belted, kicking and screaming, my clothes clinging to me from the warm water.
His grip released and I flew upwards from under the water. Deep coughs racked my body as I ridded my lungs of water.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled.
I shook my head repeatedly as I ran a hand through my wet, clumped hair.
"It helped." I shrugged, standing myself up, climbing out of the tub.
Grabbing a towel off the towel rack, I wrapped it around me and closed my eyes. Flashbacks of my coma memories and my car crash blurred together and I sighed.
"I have to go find Harry, Zayn. He's probably worried." I spoke, bolting out of the bathroom and speeding out of the house.
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Dorm Room 42779 ("Turn On The Lights" Sequel)
RomanceDarcie is back and better than ever? I think not....Harry lurks in the corners of her mind, appearing in the most random of places. Collecting her belongings and moving into her new dorm room, she realizes that it's not what it seems. The same numbe...
