Dark Brown Eyes

chapter 1

Dark brown eyes, that's what haunts me every night, ever since my friends and my family crashed in my mother's car and fell into the lake. I survived, but just barely.

"This happened at around nine-thirty PM. We were on a bridge over Burro Lake. There were very few cars around when it happened. I had just lifted my head up from texting on my phone. I saw this man, just standing there. Well, I shouldn't say a man," I paused, "A beast! He had fur skin and long pointy teeth! The beast ran faster than humanly possible over to our car. He stood there, staring at me from outside the glass. At this angle, I could see his eyes...his dark, brown eyes."

I suddenly stopped talking. My thoughts went wild for a strait two minutes. Dr. Pulps interrupted my thinking process by waving his hand back and forth across my face.

"Marie, are you going to continue? he questioned me looking into my eyes.

"Oh," I replied before clearing my throat. "He stood there outside my window, staring at me for about thirty seconds, before he..."

I gulped as I stared at the floor. Dr. Pulps stared at me, worried.

"Before it punched the glass window from the driver's seat. It held a firm grip on the car and pushed the car into the side of the bridge. It-It was so strong, it broke the fence and everyone went flying. Well, everyone except me. Apparently, it grabbed me by my arm without me realizing it. Well, of course, I realized it after the car went plummeting down. At this point, I wasn't scared. Instead, I mourned."

My eyes were wet from tears streaming down my face. I wiped my eyes with my hands.

"We were on the way back from caroling, to go back home. We were gonna open a Christmas Eve present. It's a family tradition. Now that they're gone, I don't have anything left."

Dr. Pulps gave me a consoling smile.

"How did you end up passed out on the other side of the bridge?" Dr. Pulps asked me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

I realized I didn't finish the story, so I continued as Dr. Pulps put his arm down.

"After the car fell, I remember the wind blowing against my face. It was like I was riding a bike at the speed of light. That's all I can remember."

"Thank you for the explanation, Marie. Now you should get some rest," Dr. Pulps gave me a smile before he started walking out the door.

I stood there, silent. If it wasn't for the non-stop hospital noises you would be able to hear a pen drop.