I move my body around back and forth, feeling a strange ticklish sensation throughout. I inhale through my nose and smell full grass, dirt, and wood. I shift my body weight from my right to my left, putting my hand under my cheek to keep it off the ground. I then slowly drift back into deep sleep.
I feel someones hand on my right shoulder, gently shaking me. I open my eyes slightly into the bright light of the sun. I squint and see a form of a wheelchair in front of myself and the hand that shook me into opening my eyes leaves. I get my eyesight to normal and recognize the wheelchair and the owner, Kai. I smile lightly, just half my mouth, at the sight of him. I look over my right shoulder and see Ally on her knees near me, the other half of my mouth rises, making my smile full.
That night was crazy and I honestly don't like thinking about it, I mean what would have happen to me if Ally hadn't stepped in? And to think all that happened only hours ago, insane.
I climb on all fours and then slowly into a squat, straightening my legs up into a standing position I realize just how sore they are. How far did we run? I think to myself. Though that didn't matter as when I looked over Kai's head I saw our town far below us. Looks like we ran all the way into the woods and the huge hill that surrounds the back half of the main road. My head starts to hurt and my breath starts to shrink. My hand raises to my head for comfort but it doesn't help.
"Do you need a painkiller?" Ally asks in a gentle voice, trying not to make the pain worse with noise.
"Argh, I think I'll be okay. It's just very sharp." I manage to say looking down and squinting my entire face.
"Could you have a concussion? You might've hit your head a little hard last night." Kai says, rolling over to me and looking up. I am used to him having to look up at me, since he is only 5'4 and I am 5'9, tall for a girl but it's whatever. I moan and groan in pain, pulling both hands to my eyes, rubbing and bending my whole body over itself.
"Okay we should go back and get you to my mom." Ally says and Kai nods. Her mother is a nurse, the main one who helped Kai after his injuries actually. So I lightly nod my head and we start going toward the main road. My mind wonders into what happened back at Rebeccas house. How I didn't push her off myself, and how I saw my pendant around her neck just dangling there as she kissed me. I wish I would off grabbed it then, but seeing as I didn't, I am still without it.
We walk about 4 miles down the hill, making various twists and turn along the way. At one point we had to walk on a log to go over a small stream. I barely managed to accomplish this because my vision kept blurring. We finally stepped onto the main road and felt the passing air from cars going back and forth as if on a race. Kai decided the fastest way to get to Ally's house would be by hitchhiking there, and seeing as my headache was getting worse and now my stomach started screaming, I agreed. So Ally, being now the only one able to stand up high and catch a car, was on that job. While Kai was sitting in his wheelchair looking after me on the floor of the grass by the road.
"Guys! I got one" Ally told us after nearly 20 minutes, she came over and helped me up. The man driving the car stepped out and with a warm smile helped Kai into the car. Then folded his wheelchair into the trunk. Ally in the from seat and Kia and I in the back, we drove forward. The man asked where we needed to go and we told him Ally's house address.
"Oh that's perfect! I'm going in that direction to see my sister. You know she seemed to get into a lot of trouble with the police the past few days. So I decided to take a few days of college and come see what's happening." Said the man while turning right into town and now driving on a road with restaurants and bars on either side.
"Whats your sisters name?" Kai said in a nervous yet curious voice. We were all thinking the same thing by that point.
"Becca" The man said, "Well actually her full name is Rebecca, I just call her Becca for short"
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How to Survive to 18
Mystery / ThrillerWill I survive to my 18th birthday? Is a question I never imagined I'd have to ask, I think to myself as I look up at the ceiling, my eyes are beginning to heat up as the urge to cry finally fills me. I close my eyes, my lip trembles as I take a bre...