YOURS

Chapter 43

EMILY'S POV

My fingers were cold, almost numb. They tingled as a warm liquid began to surround them creating a pool to rest in. My eyes opened to see nothing but the long and dark road ahead of me. I was laying down against the hard and freezing concreate. My face was almost stuck to the yellow lines. I picked myself up and almost gasped at all of the blood that dripped from me. Both hands covered in it, my head was painted red, and my clothes were a different shade than when I dressed myself before I left the house.

In the moment I was trying to figure out where I was but then I realized that I have never been here.

Something wasn't right.

I took a few steps down the road and saw a woman like figure in the distance. Her body was covered in white cloth and her hair long enough to touch the floor. It dragged behind her as she walked away from me.

"Wait!" I called out trying to keep up with her as I clenched my stomach.

The lady stopped and turned to me. She looked familiar. So familiar in fact that it bothered me. I knew this person. I just couldn't put a name to the face. She couldn't have been much older than me.

Something wasn't right.

We were at a stand still. Neither of us moved or spoke. We just starred at one another. Her face was so pale I couldn't tell if she was real or not.

She wasn't. There was no way. A ghost? Are they real?

When there was nothing else popping into my head about this women I saw it, the fog. It surrounded us. There was no more road other than beneath our feet. No more sky to gaze upon. No more space around either of us.

The strange lady's hair started to blow behind her like wind was pushing it back but I didn't feel it.

Come to think of it, I didn't feel anything anymore. The cold that filled my fingers or the warmth the from the blood didn't faze me.

I locked eyes with the women and she took a step back.

"See." She said.

What? I was confused. The lady's face began to age. It stopped at around 30.

"Mom." My throat started to swell.

I knew what was about to happen.

Like a flash of lightening these scenes played out so fast it was just a quick blink with a side of loud noise to act as the thunder.

My mom vanished and the fog cleared up showing a wreckage of cars behind me. I turned and hobbled over seeing more dead bodies than I was ever use to at the age of 10. Now however, I was use to it.

When I reached the car my parents were in I used every bit of strength I had to pull my dad out. My mother, already dead.

"Help!" A voice called out.

No, this wasn't how it happened.

Something wasn't right.

I quickly turned around and tried to look in every car I saw a body in. All of them were dead. Who was screaming?

"Help!" There it was again.

I looked back to the car I pulled my dad out of. It was gone. Now replaced by a small black car. The voice was coming from it.

I ran over and kneeled beside it.

Mark. He was in the car. Dead. I was too late. He was calling for help and I was too late!

How is he here? How am I here?

I'm not here. Because this wasn't real. I was dreaming. I knew that now.