My Second Chance

Chapter 1: Wake Up

There was a sudden rush of air.

I was thrust into into a bright white light.

I found myself looking into the light of a long fluorescent lamp, the kind they have in classrooms. Wait-I am in a classroom. I looked to the front of the room and saw my  teacher from last year- Mrs. Schmidt. What the...

I took a look around the classroom. All of my english class from last year is here too. The date on the board is September 28, 2011. 

The day my father died.

I had to keep myself from screaming right then and there. It all came back to me.

The sirens, the yelling, the kiss, the retching pain and the promise. It was the promise! That was the cause of all of this!

I looked up at the clock, 11:34. Oh God. I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the room. 

I have to make it. I just have to.

I found myself sprinting through the hallways. I forgot how fast I used to be, it felt absolutely amazing! It felt so great that I almost forgot why I was running. I burst through the front door and continued running down the street.

There, I can see the intersection, but I'm too late. The collision already happened. I felt my heart being ripped apart again, just like the first time. I got my hopes up thinking I would be able to save him. How could I have been so stupid. So naive. I thought I could have been able to help him but I was horribly wrong. I couldn't stand it anymore, I broke down and cried, something changed inside me, this was the first time that i've cried for my father's death. Maybe I cried this time because I knew about it and actually believed I could save him.The ambulance just left and I saw my mom over on the sidewalk crying. 

She was there? She told me she was home when she found out. Why did she wait so long to tell me? 

I ran over to her but then stopped myself. It felt awkward being around my mom, I ran away from her - or at least I will run away from her.

"Hi Mom"

She looked up in complete shock. Right... I'm was supposed to be in school. It's a couple of weeks from now when I run away. I had no idea my mom cried. She always had seemed tough. But then again I also had no idea she was there for the crash.

"What... What are you doing here Ashy?"

Ashy... I've forgotten that was my old nickname, it was for Asia. I never really thought it made sense but that's just what everyone called me. It's how it was. When I ran away nobody knew me, I left that name behind.

"I.. Uh.."

"You know what. Never-mind just get in the car."

I did as I was told. Ah, the warm smell of my Mother's car was something I'd never thought I missed, and considering the circumstances I felt a sudden surge of security.

I can't believe even in my second chance, I still wasnt able to save my Father.

My mom  started the car and we were off.