The Ending of Infinity

Chapter 2 - Victoria

                                                                       Victoria

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Before the accident.

            Sighing loudly, I ponder as I lean my head against the frosty window of the navy car - feeling the undulation - watching as my jagged breaths fog up the crystal glass as the snow starts to fall heavier around us. Pressing my size 6 feet onto the seat in front of me; which sat my annoying man of a father. I love him really, but he does the ‘Dad thing’ of making very untasteful jokes. Next to my Dad, Ken - who people say is handsome for his age but I extremely disagree - my Mum sits, slightly slouched, in the leather seat of the car; rolling her eyes or replying with something sarcastic at the random jokes that dad try’s to make us laugh with.  Last but not least with have probably the most bizarre, crazy and maddening sister of all time! Lucy. The small ball of fieriness with a mind which concepts the most sinister and traumatizing pranks against me. Of course I get my own back – and I hate to admit it – I’m just not as good at the whole evil thing. My mind wonders to Ashton, thinking of what he might be-

Terror

Fear

Helplessness

They all fill my body as the car swerves and launches into a towering bolder. I hear nothing but the hair rising screeching of metal against tarmac. My dead weight flails around like a rag doll that’s being dragged along by a three year old, being hit on every object in its path. Immense pain floods my body and senses, leaving me to be hit with flying shrapnel and coated in leaking fuel. With one last cartwheel of the car, my head smashes through the window; making me plummet into an eerie onyx darkness.                                                                              

            Sirens invade my ears and the smell of metal blocks my nose making me gag. I was never great at dealing with blood. One summer when Lucy cut her knee I had to plaster her back together because mum and dad were out; even though I didn’t throw up immediately it took me several tries to finally succeed with placing the Barbie plaster on to the small cut on her right knee. Forcefully, I try to open my eyes but the blinding light in front of me makes me recoil. Slowly, so they can adjust I open them again. My breath catches in the back of my throat at the sight before me. Ambulances, Fire engines, Police cars all surround the pile of metal that was once a car but now is unrecognizable. One lonely deflated wheel lies festooned in the middle of the road surrounded by small chunks of glass, metal and burnt rubber. Puffs of smoke emit from the burnt engine as if it’s taking its faint last breaths. I frantically search around for Mum, Dad and Lucy, but I can’t see them anywhere. My heart begins to thud quicker with each second of not knowing. Frantically I rush around the site of the crash searching, looking, and hoping to find any sign of them anywhere.

             For a day in April the weather was amazing. The golden ball of fire hangs high in the sky, blinding those who chose to look directly at it. Making the most of the unexpected heat wave I lay on the putrid purple towel my Mum made me buy when I was 7. Doesn’t she understand I’m 18 now? I slant up onto my elbows and watch as my Lucy splashes about in the undersized plastic pool which is decorated with brightly coloured cartoon images of the beach. I pull my sunglasses down of off my head to protect my eyes from the penetrating sunlight. Resting my book onto the emerald grass next to plastic tumbler which is filled with an exotic rosy drink – with a very bland blue cocktail umbrella resting on a piece of wilting orange – that Dad decided to experiment with. Arising I brush myself off out of habit and lethargically make my way to the pathetic little puddle of water sat in the middle of the large overgrowing back garden; the small paddling pool looking completely out of proportion to the dense greenery surround it. Heavily sighing from the suppressing heat I lower myself into the pool – my legs dangling out of the tiny circle due to the pool or lack of it. Lucy only looks up at me threw her long eyelashes but doesn’t say a word at my intrusion into her ‘water fortress’ as she likes to call it. With a beaming smile on her face she continues to play with her Capri blue plastic boat. That’s the funny thing about the world we live in now – everything is plastic! Deciding that I was bored I cup my hands together and scoop some of the crystal clear water into my hands. Bringing my hands up towards my chest I throw the water at Lucy; laughing at the look of utter shock smack onto her face. Her brown hair dripping in with droplets of water. Our laughter fading into the muggy summer afternoon air. 

My feet move taking me places whilst my eyes search the family that I cherish ; my body moves as if it’s working on its own , almost robotic. “Help!” I scream at the plump police officer – who’s eating a pink donut with sprinkles - in front of me “they’re gone I can’t find them you have to find them!” I cry out as floods of tears run down my face leaving; but he doesn’t seem to hear me and carries on with shoving his face full of pastries. Angrily I stomp on to go and find someone who can actually help me. That’s when I see it.

 Me.

My own body surrounded by a full team of paramedics working on me. Everything in time seems to stand still – except the slow and shallow rise and fall of my chest. If I’m not dead, then where am I? I watch on as the paramedic enters a tube down my throat to help me breath; I can almost feel it in the state that I’m in. I blush when I realize they have opened my top to examine me. My chest on show for everyone to see, but no one seems to neither notice nor care.  There’s a overbearing burse on my left ribs with Purple wilts forming in the cavities between them. Ruby blood runs down my ashen shin; stemming from a horrendous cavern by my knee.  A young female paramedic rushed to try and stop the bleeding, gauzing the gauge in my leg with trembling hands. Bile rises up in my throat from the sight of so much blood. I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths. Opening them, I see that my body is being lifted into an ambulance; running after it I lunge into the back of the ambulance with my physical body not before seeing a coroner truck pull up.