Her hair whipped across her face interfering with her vision, adrenaline rushed through Andie's veins as she manoeuvred the SUV tracing the outline of the cliff edge. Dust billowed from the grinding of her back tires on the dry strip the side of the road, the aluminium railing scraping the paint right off the door and leaving a permanent gash on the side of the car. The odour of burning rubber and sweat was unmistakable, the grating of synthetic rubber tire against the asphalt road was almost unbearable.
With every swerve from the collapsing vehicle one of Andie Parker's fondest memories projected into the sky, from nowhere in particular, while time itself slowed allowing Andie to view her own past. She was standing in the kitchen of the first house she lived in, holding out the first ever meal she had cooked although it had only been a simple pie she still felt the same pride swell in her chest. Not soon after she had been staring at her creation the metal had burned her fingers leaving the scars on her long fingers still visible until the present day, Andie winced in pain as they ached again.
Snapping back to reality, the SUV took a dangerously close veer towards the brush on the side of the road while Andie's stomach did backflips, threatening to come out her mouth. The driver seat was vacant, the only thing to do was take the wheel. As another turn approached time decelerated and Andie's memories projected mid-air, this time it was of her Dad holding the bicycle seat while she struggled with balancing, sticking her tongue out for good measure. The air was good-natured soon after she had fallen and sliced through her knee, the stitches were still recognisable in a 'C' shape. One stitch popped open causing Andie masses of pain making her screech loud enough to hear the mountains screaming back.
As time sped up the tires squealed and burnt the now gravel road, the edge of the cliff approaching fast. Andie leapt from her horizontal position to the driver's seat swiftly and slammed the brakes, the vehicle didn't flinch. Blood pumped in her ears, eyes wide as a superhighway. With several millimetres to spare, again time slowed as if giving Andie one last chance.
In her childhood memory her family were splashing each other with the water from the peacock blue lake, instead of peddling on the pedal boats they were treading the water. Andie ran up to the edge and cannonballed into the frigid water, droplets of water spraying out at every angle. Suddenly the cold water gripped her throat, not letting her inhale or exhale. The weight of her clothes dragging her under the surface. Not today. She pushed herself upwards with as much energy as she could muster, she opened her eyes only a millimetre to check she was swimming upwards. The vivid spring sunshine hurt her eyes as they adjusted to the light, under the water was peaceful in some way. As soon as she reached the surface laughing was clearly audible and she sucked in as much air could fit into her lungs, the cool breeze slightly stinging. It was a nice day.
Back to the present, the cliff had disappeared and now there was only one straight and easy-going road ahead, no obstacles, no fall.
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Short StoryThis was what I had to write for my English classwork, hope you like it! We had to write about someone that has committed a misdeed or crime (I chose murder), 2 people had to be talking about it to each other.
