Beneath Your Beautiful (H.S. AU)

Chapter 10

"Mommy when are we going to be there?" I asked again excited about seeing my grandma for the first time in what seemed like forever, but I was also completely and utterly bored. There really wasn't anything to do in a car.

"Well 5 minutes past since you last asked, sweetie. So there are now 12 minutes left till we'll be there," my mom told me and another question crossed my mind. "Is that a long time?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"No sweetie. Just close your eyes and we'll be there before you know it," she told me with a smile. I seriously had no sense of time. Then again I was 6.

"Okay," I said and that's when everything came crashing down in front of me. I heard loud screams along with loud noises, and the car flipped over and suddenly a pain coming from my stomach overwhelmed me. I felt a liquid running down my right side and I didn't understand what was going on.

"Mommy," I tried, but I didn't get a reply. "Daddy?" Still no reply and I felt my whole body shaking and tears began to fall from my eyes.

What was going on? Why didn't anyone answer me? And why was I suddenly all alone?

I couldn't move and all these questions were giving me a headache. "Mommy, daddy," I tried once again, but it was no help. No one could hear me, and I cried harder.

Then I heard it. The sound of an ambulance that came closer and closer. At one point two men came to get me out. I was scared and I didn't understand what was going on. My stomach hurt badly, and I just wanted all this to stop. They placed me on a stretcher and as I looked back towards the car I didn't see my parents, instead I saw Harry and I felt myself fade into the darkness.

I woke up to an excruciating pain in my stomach, however as I looked there was nothing there besides from the old scar reminding me that my nightmare was indeed an old memory I had tried my hardest to forget. My heartbeat was beating rapidly in my chest, as if I had just run for miles and I tried my best to calm myself down.

I hadn't dreamed about this in a long time. Not since my grandma was still alive, and I couldn't help but wonder, why now?

This was how the accident had happened 12 years ago. This was how my parents got killed, and how I was the only one who survived though no one understood why. My wound had been deep, almost too deep. I had lost a lot of blood, and at one point my heart had stopped beating, but for some reason I had come back. The doctors called it a miracle. Said I was a fighter who simply did not want to die, and I guess they were right because not a day went by where I wished I had been in my parents position, but part of me still wondered why I survived when they didn't. I knew that question would never be answered, however what really confused me was why I had seen Harry in the dream. Harry hadn't been part of the accident. Hell he hadn't even been part of my life back then so there really wasn't any reason for him to be there, yet he was. His closed eyes and his bloodstained face was what had woken me up, and I still dreaded the image in my mind. His body was pale and he looked dead. What was this dream telling me? Hopefully Harry was all fine and all this was just one of my stupid nightmares. However I couldn't help but think there was more to it. I looked at my phone which read 5am and I knew there was no way possible I would be able to sleep again after this. I had tried too many times before, and every time I had failed. So instead of going back to sleep I went to the kitchen to make myself coffee.

As I headed for the kitchen, I peeked into Maya's room, but she wasn't there. She was out with only god knows who, doing god knows what, and shivers ran down my spine at the thought of it. I really didn't know what her mom had told her exactly but it was getting to her as she had been staying out later than ever since her mom's first and only visit. When Maya finally did decided to come home it was 7 in the morning, and I wasn't sure I even wanted to know what she had been doing, but whether it was my motherly instinct or my curiosity taking over I didn't know, but I asked anyway. "Where have you been?" I crossed my arms with a worried look.