Kissed by an angel (camren)

Chapter 12

Song suggestion:
Mac Miller-Come back to earth
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It was dazzling. The eye of the deer like a dark tunnel, the center of it bursting with light. Lauren braked and braked, but nothing would stop the rushing, nothing could keep her from speeding through the long funnel of darkness into an explosion of light.

For a moment Lauren felt a tremendous weight, as if the trees and sky had collapsed on her. Somehow she had gotten free.

She needs you. Camila needs you.

"Camz!" she called out.

The darkness swirled in again, the road around her like a twirl of paint, black spinning with red, night swirling with the pulsing light of an ambulance.

She needs you.

Lauren didn't hear it, but she understood it. Did the others?

"Camz! Where's Camila? You have to help Camila!"

Camila was lying still. Bathed in red.

"Somebody help her! You've got to save her!"

But she could not hold on to the paramedic, couldn't even pull on his sleeve.

"No pulse," a woman said. "No chance."

"Help her!"

The swirling ran long and streaky now. Ribbons of light and dark rushes past her horizontally. Was Camila with her? The sirens wailed.

Everything went black.

Then Lauren was in a square room. It was day there, or as bright as. People were rushing around. Hospital, she thought. Something was laid over her face, and the light was blocked out. She wasn't sure how it was out.

Someone leaned over her. "Lauren." The voice broke.

"Dad?"
"Oh my god, why did you let this happen?"
"Dad, where's Camz? Is she okay?"
"My god, my god. My child!" her father said.
"Are they helping Camz?!"
Her father didn't speak.

"Answer me dad! Why don't you answer me?!"

Her father held her face. Her father was leaning over her, tears falling down his face. . .

My face, Lauren thought with a jolt. That's my face.

And yet she was watching her father and herself as if she were standing apart from herself.

"Mr. Jauregui, I'm sorry." A woman in a paramedic's uniform stood next to her and her father.

Her father would not look at her.

"Dead at the scene?" He asked.
She nodded. "I'm sorry. We didn't have a chance with her."

Lauren felt the darkness coming over again. She struggled to hold on to consciousness.

"And Camila?" her father asked.
"Cuts and bruises, in shock. Calling for your daughter Lauren."

Lauren had to find her. She focused on a doorway, concentrated with all her strength, and passed through it. Then another, and another, she was feeling stronger now.