Absolution ➺ H.S. AU

Chapter 1 ➺ Harry

I saw a flash of light before me, and suddenly I was much more awake than I was seconds previous. There was a loud noise and then tremendous force pulling at every fiber of my being. My head hit the headrest of the seat.

I knew what happened; I knew perfectly well what happened, I just didn't want to accept it. So, I sat, alone in my car, with my head tilted back and my eyes squeezed shut, in hopes that everything would just go away. I was not only much more awake now, but I was completely sober.

When it finally sunk in that none of this was going away, I somehow found the inner strength to not be a coward and opened my eyes. I saw the other car. I tried to move, and for once in my life I disregarded my own selfish safety and maneuvered my way through my car, which seemed pretty much okay.

The other car wasn't though. Its remnants were strewn across the intersection, the majority of the car not being intact. Everything was eeirly silent around us. There was one car, side-lined on the road next to us, I'm assuming whose occupants had called 911.

I groaned at the thought. I'm going to get into so much shit for this. I should just leave the scene now, save my ass from the trouble that's sure to come, after all I'm completely positive I was the cause of the accident.

Even as the thoughts of getting in my perfectly okay car and just driving home consumed my mind, my feet lead me elsewhere. I was at the car, or what was left of it. Walking around the outside, I pressed my forehead against the windshield and I saw her. And that sickening feeling, that feeling that only comes when you know the worst has happened, hit me right in the gut.

I knew who she was. Actually, I didn't know her. I knew of her. I go to school with her, I mean, I've seen her around. I know that for sure it's her because she's laying there in her prom dress. My skin started to itch and I felt like I was going to throw up all of my organs.

A thousand thoughts flew across my mind, the worst being the fear that I had killed her. I was strangely calm as I looked more closly at the girl who had recieved the consequences of my fatal decisions. My heart beat louder and faster that I thought it ever could without physically beating out of my chest.

She lay there in the seat, her face a total distortment. Her body lay completely still, not moving in the slightest bit. She was a mangled mess of limbs. The air bag lay limp on the steering wheel. Her gold dress was ripped and I could see a tiny sliver of her bare torso. Her arms and legs were all twisted in their posistions as she was locked in by the car around her. My eyes dared to travel up to her face. Her nose was up on her forehead and blood ran up along her eyebrow. Her eyes were open. Her eyes were fucking open, and they moved in their sockets

Her shocking blue eyes were wide, holding fear and desperation, and just about every sad and scared emotion I could think of. Never before had I read so much into someone's eyes. But with her, it was all i had. She was pleading with me, through her eyes. Pleading with me to do something, to get her out of there, to get help, to do something. But I stood rooted to the ground where I was, just staring right back into those eyes.

I sucked in a deep breath of air and I couldn't even process my emotions what my emotions. It was either fear or relief, or maybe a little of both, because she was alive. She was alive, as of now, and I only knew it because her eyes were searching mine desperately. It was right as I came to this revelation that I heard the sirens. The sirens were calling out like a shrill call in the dark as I heard them aproach.

I stayed frozen to the ground, waiting, probably because I had no fucking clue what else to do. It was as if some force was holding me back from opening the door and helping her out. It's like I'm here, but I'm not. I 'm physically standing here, watching everything that is going on, but I'm not doing anything.