Ariel's POV
My whole life flashed before my eyes. This could be a dream, but it is not. This shouldn't be real, but it is. Pierced with glasses from the chattered windscreen, I laid hopelessly. Nothing felt as bad as the bang in my head and colliding forces that unbearably stiffened my neck. Sniffing the blood flowing to my shivering pale lips, i wept. The inevitable pain was a relief to what might have been.
Being indecisive of my thoughts, i tried so hard to hold on to Alison's last words ''hey, Ariel you are not alone'' but.....something was wrong. It was Alison. She was laid seeming lifeless, with her head out through the tinted window and her body stabbed with glass. Was that Alison? The bleeding masked her face. Her red hair had turned velvet. her white silk shirt, no more recognisable.
was i really not alone?
Every image became a blur, i heard the siren and saw men in uniforms run towards the Porsche. The noise didn't help, instead the feeling of nausea slowly crept up on me. Optimistically i muttered weakly ''we would be okay...Ali....son....they....save...peo...ple.'' Fighting all negativity and denying the obvious, i wished she could move at least in response. ''they....d..do!'' I added wailing in denial.
i cant be alone, i cant
Withstanding, i wished to touch those soft hands which were now bleeding, but....that was all the energy left in me.
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