The Death of Jacob Track (Book One of the 33X Series)

Chapter 11

CHAPTER 11

Trina was running through an open field. The wind was whipping her long blond hair around her face. She giggled as she pushed it away from her blue eyes. It was summer and everything had a radiant golden glow. Flowers were blooming, the sun was warm, and it was a beautiful day. She softly collapsed on the green grass, trying to soak up every sound and feeling. It was a wonderful day. She had never seen such a beautiful sky, full of puffy cumulous clouds. She heard a soft plop next to her which made her smile. She knew just who it was.

"My my! You run faster than I imagined, gorgeous!" Jacob leaned over her, smiling.

"My mom ran track in high school. It's just good genes, really. Blessed I am!" She winked at him. The sun was shining behind his head, making him appear to have a glowing halo. It was a great light for him, enhancing his stunning good looks. She could look at him for hours and hours and never get tired of his face.

"Did you get those pretty pink lips from your mom too?" Jacob asked as he gently caressed her lips with his fingers.

Trina could only sigh. She loved his hands; they were like magic to her. The goose bumps covered her arms and legs. Jacob slowly leaned down and kissed her gently, but passionately. When he finally pulled back from her, she said "Do we have to go back to real life? I want to stay here...for like ever."

"Real life isn't so bad, you know. The bad things come, of course, but they never stay. You can make anything beautiful if you try." He said smiling at her. He was always so wise beyond his 15 years.

She could only smile at him. Deep down, she already loved him. It was too easy to love him. He always said the right things, made her laugh, made her feel truly alive. It was too good to be true.

"Do you think we'll be together after high school, Jacob?"

"Sure that's only two years away. Sophomore and junior years will fly by and then we'll be seniors kissing in hallways, getting in trouble by the principal. It will be freaking awesome!" Jacob suddenly jumped and did a goofy break dance. He loved to randomly break out his bad dance moves to make her laugh.

"Oh Lord! Call the Dance Police! Wahoo! Wahoo!" She laughed and stood up next to him.

"Don't leave me busting' my sexy moves all alone, Trina! You've got to dance away the Dance Police before they get here!" Jake laughed and continued wiggling; waving his arms around like he was trying to do some unknown dance moves from 1973.

Trina giggled harder, but danced along next to him anyway.

"Whoa, shake those hips, baby! Shake away the Dance Police!" Jacob laughed as he disco danced next to her. Trina could barely stand from laughing so hard. She really did want to stay in this field outside of town, dancing like an idiot with her boyfriend forever. There was no one like Jacob. And she knew no one would ever compare to him. He was perfect.

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Trina awoke, unsure of what time or day it was. She was lying in a hospital bed hooked up to IV's in her right arm. She tried to piece together her memories to see why she was in the hospital at all. All she could see were flashes. Railroad tracks. Running. Crawling on a road. Pain, lots of pain. Then nothing.

She tried to sit up, but instantly realized what an awful decision that was. Pain shot through her entire body, but radiated mostly from her chest. She looked under the right side of her gown and saw a large bandage. What had happened?

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force the memories out, but nothing came. The realization that whatever was under the bandage would probably scar her chest, hit her. She didn't want to be vain but a girl's chest was important to most people. In society, image was unfortunately very "important". All teenage girls longed to be perfect and beautiful, even adult women constantly tried to achieve perfection. Society pressured females to have it all: long legs, perfect hair, large breast, curvy hips, skinny waists, and no imperfections. The human race wanted Barbie dolls and God didn't make dolls. Trina sighed at the thought of being scarred. She tried to push the thought out of her mind. She was stuck in this hospital bed, too painful to move, so she better try and focus on the positive or she was going to lose her mind. At least, she had to give herself some daydreams.