I lift my head, shielding my eyes from the light. Everything is blurry and nothing seems to be moving. The air is becoming stiff in the stillness. I reach for my seat belt, clicking it out of place. My muscles groan as I reach toward the door handle. The heavy door swings open as it's released from my weak grasp. I stand, using the leather seat for support.
My head spins wildly as I stumble forward. My rough fingers graze the surface of the sidecar. My left leg drags behind me like a log. Gravel gets caught in the hem of my pants and starts to pile around my shoe. As I near the front of the car I notice the dark trees surrounding me. I peer into the passenger window, the seat is empty. The front mirror is shattered, glass has spread itself across the dashboard and front of the car. The little shards glimmer.
There is slouched figure in the front seat. I hobble my way around to the front of the car. My left leg catches on something in front of the car causing me to tumble forward. The gravel scrapes my face. I slowly bring myself upward. My hands grab at the hood of the car for support. Glass seeps into my hand and blood hurries to the surface of my skin. I pull myself up.
I stumble toward the driver's seat keeping my gaze on the figures face. I press my palm to the window which causes blood to trickle down the window. The low rustle of dead leaves in the wind fills the air. My mind searches for the identity of the figure in the car. My thoughts buzz with lack of information, bouncing around in search of something that isn't there.
I glance up, letting the sun's brightness fill my mind. My eyes sting in annoyance at the light. My ears drum up a sharp ring. Louder and louder it hums. I grab at my stomach. Whatever it contains quickly finds its way up my throat. I wipe my mouth with my sleeve and close my eyes. The earth spins beneath me. When I look back at the window the ringing becomes muffled leaving me with a low buzz until even that slowly leaves my mind. Darkness floods my vision until everything becomes a solid black. Leaving me with nothing.
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Who am I?
Short StoryClare in involved in an accident which leaves her not knowing who is. She struggles to rediscover the world and who she is.