Aftereffects

Part 1

12:33 a.m, I stand by the bus stop shifting  all my weight against the poll, breathing in the hazardous air of the Chicago ghettos. Waiting for what seems like forever, the bus speeds around the street corner driving right past me.  I have to jog a bit to get back in front of the bus, the doors open  and I can smell the piss left from the homeless, it makes my nose burn and also reminds me I'm on the right bus. Aye Fred you didn't see me standing right there. He laughs. Not with all that long ass black shit you got on child!  I love Fred he is like the best bus drivers ever. He makes sure no one steals from me while I sleep. The lights inside the bus hurts my eyes. There brighter than usual. Grabbing my bus card from my back pocket and using the other hand to protect my eyes I hear the dang and wonder to the back of the bus. When I sat down I couldn't help but to fall asleep.  It's black, the blur of the bus window comes through, a green light is down the street, it reminds me of the Great Gatsby. I admire its beauty as it gets closer and closer to the bus. In the blink of an eye the windows shatter and sends us flying into the air. Everything is spinning out of control. I hold on to the pole for what feels like dear life,  but it's not enough.  I fall out the now empty window into the street. Sharp pains shooting through my body as I lay in incoming traffic. This can't be the end of me. I Force my body up to stand on my feet, now being welcome by  a  pair of trucker headlights here to fishin what the bus didn't do. The warmth of my blood trickles down my head and the edges of my vision turns black. I'm dying, No one can save me, I'm dying. I'm dead.
        A grey large room surrounds me. The clothes on my back are different. I'm in a tee shirt and black shorts.  The coldness of the stone floors bring goosebumps to my bare legs, it makes me sit up straight from my lying position. I died, I died, I died. How could this be happening to me. A faint laughing repeats like a broken record behind me. It's another girl, she is rocking backward and forward like a psycho. Are eyes meet, we stared  at each other for what felt like forever. I get up and walk to her, each step is more painful than the last. She's keeps moving further away from me. I stop to catch my breathe and regain some power.  Who is this weird girl, is this hell. She runs at me, I fall to the ground trying to run away, before I knew it she was on top of me. She screamed: "Who the hell are you and how did you get here"?! Her eyes were gloss over black no white in them, and her brown skin had a Dualness to it like it's been neglected of sunlight. "You deaf bitch". Her Innocent face surprises me by the words that just came out her mouth. My name is Bloom Taylor, how long have you been here?  She gets off and sits across from me. I've been here long enough to know it's no way out. Her voice sounds lost of all hope. How did you die? She laughs a little, it scares me. I don't know you like that baby. You tell me yours I'll tell you mine. Fine she said. I was on my way home like any other night, excited for my mama's spaghetti and breadsticks, when I woke up during the drive home, I saw this pretty green light, and that bastard got bigger and bigger until it hit the bus, I didn't die just then. A truck c
ame to finish me off, I been here two months, I just wanna leave. Tears pour down her face. I hug her, she hugs me back and whispers in my ear, I'm Elizabeth by the way. Welcome to hell.