Question Mark

Chapter 3

The sun is so bright.

I don't hear anything, but the high pitched noise ringing. My eyes are closed, but I can see the sun's light through my eyelids.

What happened to the car? Is this bright light heaven?

My questions get answered by a dark shadow covering my eyes. I can feel that my surroundings are distressed.

Where's Brandon? Is he okay? Did he see me get hit? I don't feel like I got hit. Maybe I was just close enough to not get hit.

I try to open my eyes, but something is wrapping around my body. I don't know what it could be. I try to gain my sight back and open my eyes. I flutter them open to being in Brandon's arms. He's always so sweet to me. His hair is ruffled and he smells like he's been out in the sun for awhile. I try to look around me without moving my head and see that we're on a patch of grass near the intersection I was stuck on. There's the same car that was barreling down the road. There's no impact dents. My bike is laying on the ground, still in the center. Brandon's bike is beside him on his other side. And there are police cars, an ambulance, and lots of police tape around the four way.

I try to say, "What's going on?" but it comes out as a mumbled mess. Brandon's head lifts up from my shoulder and his eyes are bulging out of their sockets.

"I thought I lost!" He squeezes me tight and tucks his face back into the crook of my neck.

"What happened?" My eyebrows are scrunched and I can't really breathe, besides the tight hold he has on me.

"I thought that car got you. I don't know how he was able to stop in time to not hit you. Why did you stop in the middle of the road?" He's facing me again, looking up because I'm sitting on his lap.

Why did I stop in the middle? Oh right, I got into that weird trans-like possession.

"I don't know. It was like I was in a trance or something. I knew what was going on and I was worried and scared for my life, but my body couldn't move. No matter what racing thought my brain got to. There was a constant nagging that was going on in the back of my head. It was almost like...I deserved to get hit," I shudder from remembering and Brandon wraps his arms around my shoulders.

"Okay. I won't press you for anymore details, but I'm going to bring you back to the paramedics, okay?"

I nod and try to get my sore body up with Brandon's help. The paramedics say that I'm fine, and that I should go home and get some rest and maybe take some pain relief if my soreness doesn't subside, but it shouldn't be for more than a few days.

Brandon told me that he already called my mom, telling her what happened and that she'll be able to come home in a day or two. He leads me to a police car and they escort the both of us to my house.

Brandon helps me up the stairs to my room, and says, "Don't worry about the rest of this business. Just get your rest and I'll come back soon. I'm going to check on my mom."

Too weak to reply, I'm laid down on my bed, and he rubs my back easing me to sleep. I forgot the last time someone rubbed my back like this.

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Brandon's POV

She's so peaceful when she's sleeping, but I need to know what could possibly be running in that head of hers.

I plant a kiss on Chelsea's temple and leave her room. I pace around the living room and try to think of what to do.

Did she try killing herself? I don't really see it any other way.