I Can't Mirror, Sarah

(Part One)

Author's note: I'd like to thank Amanda Rygal at this point, because I have a reputation for giving up on stories because I am usually very pessimistic about story-writing and I feel like I am terrible at it, but she forced me to agree that I am equally as good at writing as she is (which I still don't believe, she's amazing at writing.) Anyway, once again, thank you Amanda. :D

My name is Michael, I'm 16 years old, I live in Clacton-On-Sea in England, and I am dead. Bit quick to say so, I know. And the way I died was quick and painless, so if you expecting an explanation where I'm crawling out of an alleyway covered in blood shouting "I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!!!" then prepare to be disappointed.

It all started during a school day, I was walking home from school as I usually would...

I arrive at the window of the shop, above follows its labelling in an almost graffiti-like font, it reads "Chaos: The Gaming Zone".

However off putting gamers and geeks may be to regulars around town, to us this is our safe haven, the place where we can be as nerdy as we want as well as actually being able to socialise.

"Closed?! Why is it still closed!" I shout at the window, lightly headbutting it. I moan and start quietly mumbling to myself as I spin around and cross the zebra crossing to the other side of the road.

However, my quiet mumbles are rudely disrupted by a sound of loud screeching, the unmistakable sound of rubble grinding against the tar of the road followed by the recognisable sirens of police cars in high speed pursuit. By now I am only half way across the zebra crossing, my gaze frozen on the headlights of the first car, an orange car with 2 black stripes painted in the middle, it seemed a little rusted and worn, clearly this was who the police were chasing. I realised by now that I had to move, my frozen, trembling feet slowly sped to a slow dash, almost a jog. But it was too late.

I closed my eyes and waited to get hit by the orange car, but I wasn't hit. Instead, the driver attempted to drift past me, but he must have underestimated his turn because he flipped out of control and hit a telephone pole.

For moments, I feel as if I am safe, I feel more alive than ever! But the screeching noise returns to snap those feelings away, I look behind me once more, and for a few seconds I see the blue sirens, and then I see nothing.

Ringing, I hear a loud and obnoxious ringing noise in my ears. I attempt to open my eyes, but they feel so heavy, so very heavy. For moments, I have a blurred vision of the road I was before standing on, then I see white gloves and a green sleeve. I raise my head up a few centimetres, the ringing noise fades out and for a short period of time, I hear muffled voices.

"Can you hear me? Are you alright? He's responding but he doesn't seem conscious, I need morphine and a stretch-"

The voice is interrupted by a collapsing noise, as I give way and I feel too weak to keep my head up. Once again, all I see is black.