I’m running down our driveway when the sound of an engine penetrates my ears. I freeze and stare at the blinding lights from the car.
Everything stops.
My heart.
My breathing.
All of it.
I’m plucked from the present and thrown back in time.
* * *
Darkness surrounds me and rain beats down on me like a vengeful creature. Small whimpers of pain fill my senses like the gurgling of the dead.
I’m lying sideways, half of me outside the car’s window. The other half lies on the passenger seat.
A sob catches in my throat when I glance to my side. I know what I’ll find, but it does nothing to prepare me for the shock of what’s to come.
Blood covers Mum’s chest that’s stopped rising and falling. Her eyelids are closed as if she’s asleep.
Only she’s not.
“No… no… M-Mum… no… please,” I try to crawl to her, but something hard and cold scrapes my side.
The whimpering continues. I look down at myself expecting it to be my voice, but it isn’t.
A bloodied hand grabs my ankle.
* * *
I shriek and fall back on my arse.
I’m back in Dad’s house.
A Mercedes that I’ve never seen before stays unmoving. Nicole is in the driver’s seat, glaring down at me after she almost hit me.
I stand on unsteady feet, my breathing rushing out of my lungs in a frenzy.
My chest rises and falls so hard, it’s like I’m about to faint or have a heart attack.
“Watch where you’re going,” She snarls as the car passes me. “This isn’t over.”
I’m not focusing on what she’s saying. I hear her. I see her. But it’s like I’m caught in an experience out of my own skin.
“Are you okay, honey?” Sarah runs towards me and checks me out.
“I’m… fine.” I think. I turn back around to watch the Mercedes exiting the house. It seems super familiar, but where have I seen it?
“Did Nicole change cars?”
“Oh, that.” Sarah dusts off my uniform as I watch where the car disappeared to with stupor. “It’s an old one, always huddled in the garage. Miss Nicole wanted some changes made to her car so she’s using that car temporarily. It hasn’t been out from the garage in years, I’m surprised it still works.”
Dad must’ve came in it when he used to visit us. That’s why it seemed familiar.
“Is something wrong?” Sarah asks.
I shake my head even though something does feel wrong.