Vada is just twenty years old, living her simple life in college. She wishes it was simple, however nothing is as it seems.
After an incident, Vada is noticed by Kannon who is an egotistical, annoying ass. For some reason he just won't stop bugging...
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I can't believe it.
As I sat in pouring down rain, I watched the car being pulled out of the ditch.
Glass was scattered through out the asphalt on the side of the basically abandoned backroad. Clear, red and yellow glass. It almost looked like confetti, if this had been a happy evening.
A medic, tall and broad shouldered, approached me. He was older, around 40 if I had to guess. He had tired brown eyes and a solemn expression. He draped a blanket around my shoulders, I hadn't even realized I was shaking.
"I know you're in shock. But you're hurt and I need to check to see if you're okay." The man explained slowly. I nodded quickly, all of a sudden feeling a sharp bang at the back of my head. Instinctively, I reached around to feel and a large piece of glass seemed to protrude from a little indent. I felt the warm liquid and stared at my right hand that was stained red. I noticed my thin fingers trembling.
You never notice the small things. Like the scar on my middle finger knuckle from when I burnt it with hot coffee. It was tiny and hardly noticeable against the honey tone. Or the light freckles kissing my wrist and up the back of my hand. I didn't actually have that many, actually, I had so few that they would just be considered angel kisses and if I had to count I would say there would be about mid-twenties. Possibly thirty.
"Miss?"
Wrenched out of my thoughts, I looked up at the medic. For some unknown reason, tears brimmed along my waterline.
"Uh... I'm bleeding."
He nodded and gently pushed my hair aside to glance at the wound. Not wanting to know what it looked like, I glanced at the other body in the gurney being loaded into the other ambulance. I wondered if he was okay. I wish I would've just listened to him. I could have avoided this whole incident. I could have stopped him, right?
Even as the medic checked over all of my gashes, my bruises and maybe even a few broken bones all I could think of was him.
"Professor Schmidt is absolutely ridiculous. Who assigns a 5000 word essay that's due the next day?" The short, stout red headed boy complained. I laughed, holding a red cup in my hand. I had finished my essay the same night it was assigned, the previous Tuesday. It was currently Saturday.
"Well, I mean, it's college. And it's our psychology final." The party was in full swing, drunk college kids making out against the hallway walls, loud deafening music thumping to the point you could feel it through the floor. A gross but fun celebration of the tough finals week we had all just gone through. The fraternity house was large with approximately 9 bedrooms and a beautiful layout, although you couldn't tell with all of the drunk body's filling it.
"Psychology is bullshit." He groaned, taking a big swig of his own drink. From the smell of it, I could tell it was a cheap beer. This was Chance, a big complainer and the only person in my class that was smart enough to keep me up to date. If only he was actually interested in the text and then we could both actually retain the knowledge.
