Why Am I Here?

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Sara

This darkness, it's not the normal dark that you see at night when you're walking to your home from the car after work. It's not the kind when you're trying to go to sleep after a long day, or when you close your eyes while you're outside.

This is a watery dark. A blue tinted dark that blurs the edges of reality. The kind of dark that made Saige's curly hair float above her head and that made Alex strain against his seat belt to float. That Austin and Nicole struggled against to try and free us from the car.

There's lights above us. I can see them, when I strain my neck and eyes. But the edges are tiring to pitch. My lungs can't take the wait much longer. All I can do is hope that they can get down here in time. In time to get us out, in time to save at least one of us. In time for us not not be anonymous bodies in their morgue. For us to have a story more than twenty so things that drive off a bridge to avoid being hit head on. In time for—Anything.

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