The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Two

Song of the chapter is Lana Del Rey's 'Born to Die'

Picture is of Dylan O'Brien who plays Tyler (in my head of course).

CHAPTER TWO

A few weeks into the start of my new life in California, tragedy almost struck. Thankfully, I'm saying 'almost' because a gutsy thirteen year old boy named Tyler Harding intercepted and changed my fate.

The almost tragedy came in the form of me almost dying. How tragic would that have been? It seems like Fate certainly has a way of ensuring I have never been too far from drama. It would have literally been ironic if I had of died then. However, Tyler, my Knight on a Bicycle, managed to save the day.

I was out on a walk in an attempt to think without any interruptions. The new house was still littered with boxes of our possessions which had been lost in transit when we first moved and my mum was riffling through them to make sure nothing was damaged. Even as a kid I liked being free to think. At the time, I was thinking of scenarios that I wished would happen when I started my new school in the fall. However, as I got older, that free time to think was spent calculating different ways to bring people down instead of pointless scenarios that were never going to happen anyway.

It was a beautiful day, being relatively early on in the summer, and the grass was greener than I had ever seen in London. Even the neighbours' flower beds were bursting with colour as different species of flowers were neatly planted. It was mesmerising to look at. It suggested to me that anything was possible; the different species of plants that I had never seen in Britain reminded me that I was in a different country where nobody knew me on a personal level: I could be whoever I wanted.

And that's when it happened.

I was about to cross the road, which was relatively quiet so I didn't feel the need to check for any traffic. I mean I would have been able to hear if a car was coming. I stepped out onto the middle of the road just as a car appeared, speeding around the corner a short distance from me.

Apparently, I had been completely oblivious to Tyler who had been walking behind me and saw me step out onto the road without looking properly, as the car rounded the corner.

I don't even know how he managed it and I don't even want to question it as he saved my life. Tyler sprinted out into the middle of the road as he rushed to push me out of the way and ended up setting himself up to get hit.

After knocking me out of the way, I fell to the ground and heard the sickening sound of the impact of Tyler's body against the car bonnet. Initially I thought it was me that had been hit as I was completely unaware of what had just happened, but after lying on the ground for several seconds, I decided that I wasn't in enough pain for me to have been hit. After all, I was on my front and the only noticeable pain I had was on my abdomen and my palms as they had scraped across the surface of the road as I scraped along the ground at the force of Tyler's push. Blood lightly trickled from them and breathing was painful but not unbearable. It took me a while to realise what had actually happened so I just lay on the middle of the tarmac, blocking out the sound of the commotion around me.

After I came out of my ignorant state, I made the decision to sit up and turn around so I could inspect the scene and figure out what exactly was going on. I gingerly turned my body around so that I would be able to see what was going on behind me and that's when I saw him.

Tyler Harding, my thirteen year old neighbour, was sprawled along the road with the car nowhere to be seen. The accident had thankfully attracted the attention from some near-by residents and they were starting to rush over to the scene to see what had happened. A woman in her thirties with rollers still in her dirty blonde hair and animal print furry slippers on her feet came rushing over to me to see if I was okay.