Bite Me!
by Josh J.
(Iowa)
Bite Me!
Book One: Silver Moon
Part One:
These violent delights have violent ends, and in there triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss?consume.
Funny how my life could be summed up with so little words.
Chapter one:
A hairpin turn, a flash of light, and a sickening crunch. There was a moment of nothingness and I could feel myself airborne. The sick feeling of lightness was overwhelming.
There was a sharp pain in my stomach, I tried to look down but didn?t manage to reach the degree because part of the front seat of the car thrusts against my head snapping it up with a painful jerk. Apparently the car was in the air because it hit the ground after a few seconds. I look up; my little sister Margaret looks up too. The car is still for a moment I turn to my right. There was a dark figure standing where we hit. I didn't see him for more than a few seconds when the car is thrown into the air. At least one-hundred feet.
My hair and clothes are being torn by broken glass, screams fill the inky black night I find as my own. My parents seem immobile in the front seat.
My hand reaches for the door handle, I make sure that the car is positioned with my side facing up before I open the door and throw myself out. The ground seemed to rush towards me with the speed of molasses. Everything has taken on an eerie glow from the Silver Moon.
I thought I wouldn't feel anything when I hit the ground from the lack of realness about the situation.
I was wrong.
The pain was unbearable. I lay without movement on the tar covered surface. I felt the glass in my stomach, near my right hip. I could feel how many bones I?d broken along with all the blood that pooled out from me from all sides of my stilled body.
And itchy feeling trekked into my eyes, I lifted up my head with, what felt like, a superhuman effort. Across the street lying in the ditch in a crippled form was the car. My sister, Margaret, had tried to get out of the car too, but her try was evidently short lived, because there she was, crumpled in a heap, staring at me with cold, expressionless eyes.
I waited lying in the middle of the road, waiting for the ending blackness to take my body prisoner forever. But it never came, it seemed that the longer I laid there, the more attentive my body became.
It seemed as good a time as ever to assess the damage inflicted upon my body.
It appeared that I had broken a number of bones, the glass dug right through my stomach, my hair was stinging, and my fingers seemed brittle when I tried to move them.
Wow. This is a shitty way to die. If only I could've had more friends, or joined more clubs, or volunteered more, or made something of my seemingly perfect life. Too late now, I guess.
Ugh! Why can't death come? I feel like a real version of Rosalie Hale from The Twilight Saga. Even now, near my death, I could remember that Rosalie had almost died in a street when Carlisle saved her. Only, I hoped no one would save me. It would be worthless to try and start a new life when my perfect old one was gone.
I willed my body over and over again to die, or even fall asleep but nothing seemed to work.
After what seemed like hours, movement captured my gaze.
There was someone standing to where my head was tilted, the right, and he looked like he was wearing the night on his shoulders?cool.
And, almost as quickly as he appeared, he was gone without a second thought.
Wow, I must look that bad, huh?
?Don?t worry love. I will help you.?
I meant to scream but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a bubble of air.
This will help. He lowered his hand to my eyelids and gently brought them down. And that, is the way I wished to die, If I?m lucky.
And sadly for me, I rarely am.
To Be Continued.
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