Rachel Grace

10 0 0
                                    

Chapter One

That night...

The night I lost her, I will never forget.

Its starts last year, when me and my girlfriend decided to drive out to my friend's party. When we arrived, every guy was hitting on her. So, I got jelous. She got worried. The next thing I knew, I was driving her home. We were both drunk. She was a little bit more sober than me, but I was still driving.

There was dead silence until she spoke, "Luke, I am so sorry."

And for some reason, I got angry. So I start yelling at her and she starts yelling back.

I take my eyes off the road for one second...

And a semi trunk pulls out in front of me, not stopping at his red light.

That was when I lost her. The semi crashed right into her side, killing her instantly.

If I had a chance to redo that night again, I would. But i can't. And I regret it.

***One year later...

There's a pounding in my head. Oh wait, the alarm clock. It has been precisely a year since the car crash. And really truly, I should of died along with her.

God, I can't even say her name.

I look at the time and see I'm also late for work... again.

I curse under my breath abd start my daily routine.

I first brush my teeth, get dressed, then pack up my bref case.

Boring I know. But it's the fastest way to get out of my apartment in Chicago.

As I was just about to leave, I hear the phone ring.

I quickly grab it, "Hello. I can't really talk right now. Can I take a message?"

"Good thing you still haven't forgotten you have a job," Julie says on the other side bluntly.

"Jesus Chist, Julie. I'll be right there."

"Hurry up. We have a new case." That was the last thing she said until she hung up.

Great. Working with the devil again.

***

The taxi ride to work was long and exhausting. Only twenty minutes with an ungreatful bozo drains so much life and energy out of you.

I walk into the towering skyscraper building, passes many employees.

I get to these locked doors and press in a password. They magically open up, leading me inside office work spaces.

I pass a certain dest, rounding the corner, and stopping at my work space. There, I see a pack of files of our new case.

Just incase your wondering, I'm a news reporter.

As soon as I get a cup of coffee, I meet Julie in the conference room.

"Why are these files not clear, Julie? They sound like rubbish." I give her the blankest she has ever seen in her life. When she turns away and looks back, I slowly blink at her.

And then I see at the top of her cheeks...

Is she blushing?! Never in a million years.

Realizing what she has done, Julie clears her throat. "That's because it is rubbish. But I choose you to report on it."

"To see me fail?"

"Precisely. " Julie says that evil word and snorts. "Have fun."

When she turns around and walks away, I flip her off. Too bad half of her walls making up the room are glass. One window has a great view of Chicago. The other one has a great view of the worker's areas. And lucky Luke, everyone saw my finger.

Everyone laughs. Great.

***

The first stop I have to make is the hospital. I don't like the hospital ever since the crash, but I still get this feeling every time I walk in here that she's still here.

I walk up to the lady at the front desk and ask where room number 315 is. Of course she flirts me, but I pay no attention.

Once I have reached the room, I tap on the door three times. When I didn't get an answer, I slowly pushed opened the door.

The doctor was in there.

I ask him, "Is this the person who came back to life?"

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Jun 22, 2014 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

Rachel GraceWhere stories live. Discover now