The Day I Died

The Day I Saw The Girl

Chapter 10

The Day I Saw The Girl

William's P.O.V

(Sorry if this is poo, first time attempting to write from a guys P.O.V)

Every night since that one I dream of her. I wake up breathless and sweating, hoping that it would stop but it wouldn't. Even when I was awake it seemed to play on a loop inside of my head.

I watch her crash into me.

I watch her eyes widen, her mouth open.

I watch her small body get hit by the car. The rusted heap of metal that seemed to go right through her. She hits the windshield and flies through the air like a ragdoll.

I couldn't have been the only one to hear the sickening crack as she hit the road.

My sweaty hands grip my hair and I let out a silent cry of frustration.

I can't stop the accident, I can't save her. In every nightmare I am frozen.

The day it happened, I had sat in the rain on the damp concrete and watched the light drown out of her eyes. It was several minutes after that before we even heard the distant sound of an ambulance siren.

By then it was too late.

It was all my fault.

The girl had died all because I was texting Kaley, not paying attention to my younger sister.

Kaley was upset with me: she thought that we weren't spending enough time with each other. I was just about to end it with her when the phone fell out of my hands and the girl appeared.

I went to the hospital with her and Maisie, stayed there until her parents arrived. I told them what happened and felt a terrific surge of guilt rise up my body.

It's still there, the guilt. It's only been a few days, or is it a week now? Her funeral is tomorrow. I want to go, even if I stand to the back. I want to pay my respects to the girl that saved my sister.

Maisie is still in shock. I don't blame her. I can see her now, curled up in a ball in her room, clutching the doll our mum gave her before she died.

I swing my legs over the side of my bed and sit upright, my bare feet on the cold floor, my head in my hands.

It's dark, the faint glowing of my clock illuminating the room in an eerie red gloom.

Sighing sadly, I get up and walk into my bathroom. I wish I could tell her that I'm sorry. Thank her, tell her that I owe her everything.

But it's too late for that now.

I flick on the light and grip the porcelain sink beneath my fists. I can hear every breath I'm making, every drip of the leaky tap and the slight hum of the electric lamp.

The window in my bathroom is open and I can hear a light tap of rain against the pane of glass.

I turn on the tap and run my hands under the cool water; splashing it onto my face and sighing in relief as it trickles down my hot skin.

I put my hands over my eyes and then turn the tap off, grabbing the towel and patting my face dry. I look in the mirror one last time and my eyes widen, stepping back my eyes focus on the reflection of a girl.

A girl with brown hair.

A girl wearing a white dress, a small ring of gold above her hair casting an angelic glow on her face.

She catches my eye in the mirror and makes a small waving gesture. "Hey!" She says chirpily.

And that's when I scream like a girl and throw the towel at her.