THE DAWN IS BREAKING
A LIGHT SHINING THROUGH
"That was fucking close..."
"Tuesday!"
"Shit, man..."
"Tuesday? Oh my God, Jon, pull over!"
"Where? We're in the fucking centre of town!"
"What's wrong with her? Why is she doing that?"
"Tuesday! Tuesday, calm down. It's alright. We're fine. Look at me."
"Can she breathe? Why is she crying like that? Pull over!"
"We're almost there! Fuck sake, man. Her mom died in a fucking car accident on the motorway. She was in the van with her."
"What?"
"Should've just let her get the train. She should have got the train... the fucking train..."
"Are you—are you crying? Not you too! I can't fucking deal with the both of you!"
"Shut the fuck up, Harry—"
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The glass is cold against her cheek.
Her chest hurts.
She closes her eyes against the streets as they fly by.
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The car jolts.
She finally stops feeling like she's falling.
Her feet feel steady on the mat beneath her.
With a shuddering breath, she finally gets a full lungful of oxygen.
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Creak.
Her door opens.
Glass doesn't rain down.
Her scalp doesn't sting.
Her shoulder doesn't pulse with agony.
Instead, she flops out of the vehicle into warm arms.
"It's not the same," she whispers. "It's not the same, it's not the same, it's not the same."
"It's not the same," someone else agrees.
She looks up, squinting. Harry is sitting cross-legged on the cold concrete of the college carpark across from her. Above him, stands her mother. She smiles. Everything is alright.
Tuesday blinks and she's gone.
Slowly, feeling returns to her body. Her legs tingle, trapped beneath her. Her arms are warm. She's being held.
Jon.
His eyes are red. He's been crying.
"I'm so sorry, Tuesday," he says. "I'm so fucking sorry."
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Tuesday & Max
Teen FictionTuesday lives with her aunt after the death of her mother in a car accident following remission from cancer. Angry at the world, she rebels against her guardian, her education and her nervous peers, and it isn't until she meets Max (with his own bur...
