The sound of cars filled the woman's ears, her hands tightly woven to the steering wheel. She was on her way to pick up her daughter.
The driver watched closely at the road, kindly ignoring the loud boys in the vehicle with him. His hands held tightly to the leather steering wheel, he was growing impatient with them.
The woman smiled at the thought of her daughter, working a shift at the same hospital as herself, hers, of course having previously ended. She checked her mirrors and continued driving, a coconut scent filling the car from the air freshener that hung from the Mirror.
The man gripped the wheel until his knuckles were a pasty white. These brats couldn't seem to keep their traps shut. The vehicle smelt strongly of various colognes and a irony scent to the man, blood, trickling down his nose. The Pine Air Freshener was worn down and the scent no longer emitted.
Classical music played through the car, it was a recording of her now 18 year old daughter playing a piano piece. The aged woman couldn't quite remember the name..Best of...Best of me? Perhaps. The woman couldn't recall, but she still felt the overwhelming pride and joy.
The man stared at the red light, approaching it with high speeds, yes it was red, but he had no intentions to stop. Watching a car begin its move to the other side of the street, he sped up.
The vehicles collided. It was a harsh collision, fueled by anger and the intent to harm oneself and others. The impact broke the windows of both vehicles, cracking and damaging the windshields. To the woman, time seemed to stop. What would happen? Would her daughter be okay? What was going to happen next?
The man however smiled insanely as his head banged against the steering wheel. The sounds of petrified screams behind him were satisfying somehow, never would they interrupt a drive again, suddenly, there was a blast between the cars and fire began to spread. The man had lost his life, but the result of his wild intent lived on.
flashing lights, panic, loud sounds. What was happening? she heard the flashes of cameras and familiar sounds of clicking shutters. She moved gently through workers, visitors and patients. She noticed people with stretchers, one with a white blanket over it, undoubtedly a dead body. Following, was..oh god. No. It couldn't be.
She followed the doctors, not taking time to notice the two other stretchers behind her running form, nor did she notice the five boys being supported through as well. Nothing mattered but the woman on the stretcher, she cried out to the doctors prying for information. Why wouldn't they let her in the room?!
"Stop!" More lights, panic and noises. Whispering surrounded her. She couldn't breathe..."let me in! That's my mother! I work here please!" They held her back as she struggled to get in, patients that had been in the halls, patients that she had worked with watched empathetically as the usually strong, vibrant girl cried and fought to get in the room.
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Stepping Stones (Jimin Park FanFiction)
FanfictionEun-mi helps her mother around the hospital, though, one day, when her mother (who's shift has already ended) is going to pick her up from work, Things spiral out of control in the road. Her mother was hospitalized after a crash and is currently in...
