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Ophelia Greer

It was hot. So hot that I felt like I was swimming in my own sweat. I felt gross and light headed and completely disoriented. 

I slowly pried my eyelids apart, blinking to help with the headache-inducing light. But that's the thing, the light was coming from my car. The car that I was killed in. Wait...I'm not dead?

There was no possible way that I could've survived that crash. I heard the tapping of liquid dripping. I looked down to find multiple puddles of my blood pooling on the roof. Everything was blurry and I felt so sleepy. I reached down with the only hand that I could feel and wrestled with my seatbelt. It never came off. Screaming, I clenched the said hand. I had no idea what the fuck I was supposed to do but I knew that I would die if I stayed here. I had no idea how long I had been out but I knew my blood was rushing to my head and it hurt like a bitch. 

I brought my left leg up, bending the knee until I could touch my boot with my good hand. I sifted through my boot until I found my knife and I grabbed it. I always kept it on me for protection in times of need. I started to saw at the seat belt until it came loose so that I became free. Bad idea. 

I clearly didn't think this through. 

I fell towards the roof of the car, smashing my neck on the steering wheel and my back on the  metal roof. The wind was knocked right out of me. I gasped for air as abrupt pain spread like liquid fire throughout my body. I screamed out in pain as my sight blurred. 

I rolled over and began to slide my body out of the shattered glass window. Once I was out of the car, I rolled to my back as tears streamed down my face. I laid there and cried. I knew of nothing better to do. This is complete bullshit. I should've died. I WISH I died. I wish I didn't feel any of this. 

Staring up at the night sky, I looked at how pretty the stars twinkled. The immense amount of black that covered the sky. It was a beautiful distraction. But then it dawned on me that I was given a second chance. Death hadn't taken me for whatever reason. If I continued to lie here on my dead ass I WOULD become a literal dead ass and I didn't want that. I used my good arm to haul myself up into a sitting position. 

Sparkles clouded my eyes and it felt like a hammer was being pounded into my head. I gripped the car and got it so that I was standing on my good leg. I tried walking but I couldn't feel my left side at all. I hobbled on my right leg until I got to the tree line. Gripping on to each tree like a lifeline, I limped down the road. I desperately searched for a house. I needed somewhere to crash or else I would become some animal or person's meal. 

Looking through the trees, I saw a distant light and smoke. Continuing to use the trees, I hobbled through the woods. At this point, the pain was so fucking bad that I was barely breathing. I turned my brain off, and I figured I was in a mode of shock mixed with flight or fight. 

I wasn't looking where I was going because my shoe caught on a raised root and I tripped and fell. Blood streamed off of me and my headache drowned out my screaming. I began crawling towards the house. I felt like a clock resided in my chest. Every shaken breath was one last heart beat. I just wanted to sleep. 

After an eternity, I reached the house. No other houses surrounded it. Just the company of trees and a neon yellow eyed owl that look at me in pity. On the ground, I picked up a rock and threw it through the window. Using the door handle, I hoisted myself up and reached through the door to open it from the inside. I stumbled inside and shut the door softly. Black edged my sight and I knew that I was so close to my long awaited sleep affair. 

I walked inside and rounded the corner. The house was pitch black with only a slight illumination from the moon. I rounded another corner into another room where I came face to face with a boy holding a hand gun. I stopped moving and threw my hands up but I was too late. It was time for sleepies. 

"Imreallysorryaboutyourdoor," I said, slurred before passing the fuck out in front of the boy with the gun. 

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Agustin Daniels

I heard the smash of the window before anything else. No one ever ventured into these woods. The area wasn't favorable to anyone. I liked the solitude and it was weird to see another human. But this one wasn't friendly and I had to remind myself of that several times. 

I dug through my side table and pulled out my hand gun. I loaded it with bullets and cocked it. Creeping down the stairs, I softly traveled through the house. I heard deep, shaky breaths and the shuffling of feet. The person was injured. 

I saw the shadow coming down the hall and I pressed my back against the wall. I heard the shuffling approach and I jumped out, aiming the gun at the intruder. I expected it to be a gangster, wanting my land or just another kill for recognition. But instead it was a girl. A teen girl. 

Blood was dripping all over the floor, her left leg look like it dragged behind her. She peered at the gun and immediately stopped moving and put her hands up. I couldn't tell if she was scared or just ready to give up her life. It made me uneasy. 

"Imreallysorryaboutyourdoor," she slurred before collapsing on the floor. I watched her head slam into the floor with a deafening smack. I winced then raced over to her. I pressed my fingers into her neck and her pulse was barely thumping. She was gonna die and she knew it. 

I brought her to the medical room and placed her on the table. 

Now a little back story. After 2056, they deemed doctors unnecessary and stop funding all hospitals. Houses became stocked with a medical room and anything that was needed to treat anything so that everyone could take care of themselves from home. 

The bed I lied her on was beneath a scanner. I turned the machine on and moved to the visual board. The machine scanned her entire body. The results were astounding. 

My heart sank as I looked at all of her injuries. Severe head trauma, broken arm and leg on the left side. Blunt force trauma on the head, deep cuts on her arm and head reaching a vein and artery. Her nose was broken from what seemed like a fist fight. Shattered glass penetrated her entire left side. 

I rushed back into the room, grabbing tweezers and a plate. I grabbed a blood bag and shoved an IV into her right arm and began replacing her lost blood. I connected breathing tubes to her nose. I began picking out each piece of glass from her skin and slowly, piece by piece I was putting her back together. After I was finished, which was hours later, I connected her to a heart monitor and a saline bag. I cleaned the blood off of her and then pulled a chair next to her table. Laying my head down on my arms, I fell asleep on the table right next to the girl who was my intruder.  

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Author's note

Oop Oof Oof OOp

Word Count: 1326