The Impossible Miss Blue

Prologue

“Oi! Mum, she pinched me!” My brother, Aaron yelled. I inwardly groaned. “No, I didn’t. He’s lying.” I retorted before sliding my headphones over my ears. I could hear my brother sigh and I watched as he crossed his arms. His bright green eyes shined in the sun and visible freckles dotted his cheeks. His dark brown hair was slightly long for a boy; it fell over his forehead in waves. I smiled. We looked nothing alike.

With that random thought, I laid my head down on the side of the car, my forehead barely touching the window. I had closed my eyes and fallen asleep quickly.

I had awaken with a start for only a moment. A girl’s scream was the only thing I heard. Was it me? It sure sounded like me. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t have time to, either, because my head had hit the concrete road.

When I woke up the second time, all I could see was red. I wiped my eyes as best as I could. Everything was aching. With clearer vision, I stared before me. 

Everything was upside down. The car was upside down.

I was upside down.

If I could have screamed, I’m sure I would have, but I was numb everywhere. I noted it as a cause of shock, because I noticed my unconscious brother being pulled outside of the shattered window to my right. A hand grabbed my wrist—or was it my arm?—and I flinched, turning to my left. A paramedic was crouched down next to the broken window near me. I stared at him. He was saying something, but I couldn’t hear it. I closed my eyes and focused on my ears. The constant ringing that I hadn’t noticed before seemed to be fading, and I could finally make out the man’s words.

“Can you move to your left? I need to unbuckle your seatbelt to get you out!” He shouted over the distant ambulance sirens. I did as he said. When I got unstuck, I fell onto the glass shards below me. I shrieked in pain as they pricked at my bare arms. I heard him mumble a few words, but I didn’t pay attention. I was only focused on getting out of this car and getting the blood out of my eyes.

When I was out, I tried to tell them that I could walk, but they wouldn’t listen. They forced me on to a gurney. A cut on the corner of my forehead was being dabbed at when I started to feel sleepy. The nurse noticed this. “You can sleep. We’ll be at the hospital soon.” She said before I slipped into unconsciousness again.