When Noel leaves I go back inside and touch my lips. The tingles are still there.
Unbelievable.
It was a good little hang out I suppose. And the truth is, I want to go on a proper date with him. However, I have more important issues to think about.
I rest my back on the front door and slide down till my butt touches the floor. I take a long breath and let it out , causing a very dramatic sigh to come out. I close my eyes,
"Who did this?" I ask myself out loud and hush as if someone would give me the answer.
It's very hard to get over the fact that my mother is in the hospital right now, not being able to walk. Honestly, I feel guilty for not being there to save her. It's not like I didn't go straight home after school, but a part of me feels guilty, I don't know why. That part keeps whispering it's my fault. But how could it be my fault?
I shake my head ; who could have done this? Why?
My back suddenly straightens, I open my eyes and quickly get up. Not bothering to take a coat or my cell phone , I grab my car keys from the counter next to the door and rush out of the house. I head to my car which I rarely use -I prefer walking. As I start the engine, a million little head-palms dance around my head , indicating how stupid I am.
When my mum woke up, I barely talked to her ; the doctors said she needed time to rest. The only person that can tell me what happened is the person that went through the whole thing.
Aren't you the brightest, Keira.
Going a bit faster than I should and deep in thought , I don't notice the man standing right in the middle of the road. I gasp and immediately press my foot against the brake. The car hits the man , but not very hard since I managed to slow down before stopping. The stranger hits the windshield and rolls over the car. Did I really hit him that bad?
Fuck.
As much as I try to stay calm I can't stop thinking that I've possibly sent a person to the hospital and one is enough. I start panicking and I slowly open the car door , closing it behind me with trembling hands.
I hesitantly walk behind the car and brace myself to face the person I may or may not have killed. I take the smallest steps I can even though I should probably hurry and I reach the back of the car.
Nothing.
No one , absolutely nothing. It's like I imagined the whole thing. I check the windshield and there are no cracks. No bump on the car's hood.
Did I imagine this whole thing?
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Dusk and Dawn
Genç KurguKeira Ione (ee-oh-nee) is just another troubled girl. Living with her loving mum, she grows to be a fun-loving child. But the fun she's looking for isn't what a parent would want for their kid. Keira is more interested in tobacco, blades and drugs...
