The Day I Died

The Day I Breathed Fire... Or Not

Chapter 8

The Day I Breathed Fire...Or Not

My eyes stay glued to the final words until they start to blur. They flick to the same words in a pattern.

William

Maisie

Steph

William

Maisie

Steph

Deceased

Just to make sure that I am not going crazy I flick to the back of the file and there, on the white paper, is the picture of Maisie's brother.

Of the guy that nearly got Maisie killed.

Of the guy who's phone I broke.

The picture is of Liam. Or William apparently.

I look back at the cause of death.

Drunk driving.

I can't help but role my eyes. Easy, ill just hide all of the alcohol and break his car. I think back to all of the episodes of csi I have watched. Cars have wires right? Maybe I could rip one out or cut the red one.

Or is that bombs?

I shrug, same difference.

I could slash his tires! I've always wanted to slash someone's tires. Maybe I could even break the windshield and paint the car pink! I always wanted a pink car, maybe I should hide all the alcohol and then destroy his car. Or I could hide his ID or lock him in his room. Oooh! I know! I could totally-

My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens and Steph walks in, her face is emotionless and I try to smile.

"Don't worry, I'll save your son. I've already thought of a way to do it." I say confidently. My plan has no flaws.

"I told him not to get a bike and now look at what is going to happen!" She says in a scalding tone. Shaking her head in annoyance.

Wait a minute.

Bike?

"What bike? Doesn't he have a car?"

She shakes her head. "He brought a motorbike, God knows where he got the money from.. But he won't tell me." She huffs "So stubborn." She raises her voice "You here me!?" She glances up. "He thought that it would help you save him so-" she continues but I'm lost in my thoughts again.

So my plan is flawed. Do motorbikes have wires?

I could steal his helmet!

That could be more dangerous though.

I sigh, aggravated.

"When do I start?" I tap my feet on the floor and look down to admire my wellies for a second.

Steph checks her watch and looks over at me. "Starting tomorrow you have 12 days."

"Why 12?"

"I like the number."

"Okay."

The room is silent for a minute and the sound of me tapping my feet echoes around the room.

"So, all I have to do is save William from his drunk driving accident and then what? I get magically transported to the day I died?"

Steph laughs and I can't help but wonder what is so amusing.

"Magics not real silly!" She declares, as if talking to an infant. "When or if you save him, ill bring you back up here and then you have a day to prepare for the day you died. Nobody else must die and William won't remember you because if you don't die, you don't save him."

I nod. I'm understanding this, sort of.

"How will you help me though, do I keep coming up here or...?"

Steph looks taken aback.

"Oh no, nobody can help you honey... You have to do it!"

My mind begins to wonder again.

"Will I be a ghost?"

"No, but only William will be able to see you... And possibly Maisie.. She is a little bit psychic."

I grin.

"Can I fly?"

"No."

"Can I walk through walls?"

"No."

"Can I eat?"

"No."

"Well what can I do?" Do I not get a superpower or something?

Steph thinks for a minute.

"Well, you can breathe fire."

My face lights up and I can't help but stand up.

"Omg that is amazing! Ill be like a dragon.. But without the flying and scales of course. Omg this is brilliant, can I actually breathe fire, like burning hot flames?"

"No, I was joking."

Steph grins and I sit down, without meaning to I begin to laugh. I think that all of this is getting to my head.

"I can't believe you actually thought you could breathe fire!" She exclaims.

I keep on smiling, I have my moments of stupidity, everyone does.

But it would've been really cool to breathe fire.

#Dragons