Forever Hidden. Never Found.

Chapter 2

I was awaken by the annoying sound of my alarm clock radio at the very ungodly hour of 6:30 am. I lay there for awhile, thinking. Today was like any other day. Yesterday will be today. Today will be yesterday. Everything will always stay the same. It wouldn't matter if everyday something good happened, but ofcourse nothing good ever happened to me.

I sat up and realized that I felt different. Today was not going to be like any other day. Why? I have no idea. I walked into my overflowing closet and grabbed a pair of black and white baggy sweatpants, matching sweater and a dark tshirt that said 'MOVE' in white. Quickly, I took a shower, dressed, combed my chest long wavy brown hair and pinched my cheeks for colour. Running down the stairs, I swiftly snatched my lula back pack and slipped my white pumas on my feet. I checked the time and waited for my younger siblings by the front door.

I let my mind wander as daydreams erupted in my imagination, like fireworks in the night sky on Canada. Day parliament hill. I was vaguely aware of my siblings and I heading out the the door. Them stopping by the edge of the road and fighting about a show on T.V still in my day(morning) dream of bananas going extinct and monkeys changing their favourite food to raspberries, I continued down the sidewalk, past the edge of the road and Infront of a speeding truck.

Suddenly, everything was in slow motion as screams echoed in my ears and jerked me back to reality. Shock splattered on my face as memories played in my head, starting from my childhood adventures to my teenage depression. Regrets tingled my fingers. Various emotions wrapped themselves around my heart clenching at every single beat. Like a countdown to my last breath.

8,7,6,5. Sweat drops trickled down on forehead.

4. Horns beeped in alarm.

3. Seconds ticked by faster.

2. I breathed in deeply. Whispered a few words, turned my head to the right. And my eyes fluttered shut.

1. Boom. My body crumpled to the ground as people gathered around, taking in sharp breaths. My eyes were closed. My body was dead. But my mind was open. Awake. Aware of everything that was happening around it. Blood. It must have painted the whole road, scarring everyone. I'm sorry. That was my last thought as my body slipped into darkness.

Will I ever come back?

Answer: Who knows.