I had just got
done with a party at my best friend's house. It was her sweet
sixteen, so that meant that her parents had gone all out for it.
Everyone that came had a lot of fun, and I admit that even though
I'm not a party type of person, I had a great time also.
I was waiting for
my dad to pick me up at the bus stop that's a block away from my
friend's house. I would have stayed longer, but my parents had
given me a curfew, and plus there was that art project I really
wanted to finish. I was the best art student at my school and I
did not want to look like a fool when I presented my work.
I stood there at
the bus stop waiting, shivering a little bit because of a slight
chill in the air. I thought this was kind of weird, since I live
in Malibu and the weather is usually warm. I didn't really think
much of it though because it was August and people have been
talking about a global climate change. I just shrugged it off and
put on the wind breaker I had brought along with me.
I waited a few
more minutes before I started worrying about my dad. I knew that
we lived a little ways out of town, but I didn't think we lived
that far off. I started pacing back and forth underneath the
street lamp. Surely my dad would have called and told me if he
was going to be late. A sensation started to crawl up my spine,
like something wasn't right. It was like something was watching
me. I shrugged it off thinking that all the craziness from the
party was just getting to me. I figured that my dad had just got
caught up talking to mom again.
I sat there on
the bench. My leg was jumping up and down from how much I was
worrying. The time on my phone had said fifteen after eleven.
That was thirty minutes after my dad had said he was supposed to
pick me up. This wasn't good. I was getting really worried. I
looked up and down the road to see if there was any sign of him.
There was absolutely nothing. All I could see was darkness. That
made me even more nervous.
A usual Saturday
in Malibu would consist of several people walking the streets
looking for places to party. Tonight, though, it was eerily
quiet. My leg had started bouncing even more. I didn't feel good.
That creepy feeling had come back, along with the chill from
earlier. This time I didn't use the party excuse. I knew someone
was watching me from somewhere in the darkness. I searched all
over and ended up letting my eyes settle on the playground across
the street. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. I
thought maybe I was imagining things, but then I looked
Off in the trees
on the other side of the swing set, I could see a set of eyes.
They were a fierce golden color, surrounded by shadows. I almost
didn't seem them at first because they were so small. But then I
started hearing growls coming from whatever it was. My heart
started racing and I had stopped breathing. The yes grew bigger
in front of me and the growling was getting louder. This thing
was coming towards me.
I sat there
motionless. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run, but every bone
in my body seemed to be all of a sudden frozen in place, and my
throat had tightened up from all of the fear that no sound could
come out at all. I shut my eyes as the thing got closer to me.
The next thing I know, I hear a horn honking in front of me. I
looked up to see my dad sitting in his truck. He was looking at
me like I had gone crazy. Then I noticed that I was sitting
curled up on the bench with my hands over my head.
"Now what in the
world are you doing sitting there like that Belle?" He asked me
in his deep voice. I stared at him, a shocked daze on my
"I was sittign
here waiting for you when that thing...." I looked around the
truck for whatever I had seen. A shocked look crossed my face.
There was nothing there! Not a single trace of the creature was
left behind. Could it have run off? Wouldn't the bushes be laying
flat from it standing there? Those questions were running across
my head for a second, and then i thought about the time.
"What took you so
long to get here? It's almost midnight!" I raised my voice at my
dad. I never liked yelling at him, but he had worried me a lot
from being so late. I stood up and walked over to the truck. I
looked throught the window at my dad with an angry look on my
face. he looked back at me with confusion.
"What in blue
blazes are you talking about Belle. It's ten fourty-five. The
exact time I said was goin to be here. You sure you didn't do
nothing wrong at that party?" He had a curious look on his
What? I couldn't
believe what he had just said. I looked inside the cab of the
truck and looked at the clock on the radio. Ten fourty-five. But
how? I could have sworn that it was almost midnight when I last
checked my phone. Did I imagine everything that had just happened
to me? I was the type of person to look at logical facts, but
what I had just seen, in the back of my mind, I knew it was
I jumped in the
cab of the truck and buckled myself into the seat. I looked over
at my dad. He was still giving me a worried look. I put on my
famous cutsie smile for him and then flipped the radio on the my
favorite station. My dad was a big country music fan, but he
could tolerate my kind of music as well. We rode a couple of
miles down the road with the windows rolled down. We both sang to
the top of our lungs to the song Feel Again by Onerepublic. We
always had a blast together.
When the song was
over, we both decided to settle down and catch our breath. I
chatted with my dad for a little bit about how school was going.I
told him that everything was great, the same as usual. He asked
about my art project and I told him about what all I
"Basically all I
have to do is finish sculpting the wings and then I can start
painting. I can't wait for you to see it when it's finished," I
smiled at him, but that quickly went away when I saw a sick look
on his face.
"Dad? Are you ok?
Please tell me you remembered to take your medicine," I asked
him, worried. My dad was a very smart man, but he had this rare
disease where his brain would have random spasms and cause him to
go a little loopy. It often made him dizzy and faint. His
doctorss put him on a special medicine to help control the
spasms, and according to his schedule, he was supposed to take it
just a little while before he was supposed to pick me up.
don't think I....." His speach bacame garbled. his head started
jerking and his eyes rolled backwards. My dad's hands dropped
from the sterring wheel and fell to his sides. I tried to
unbuckle and grab control as quickly as possible, but it was too
late. The truck and started swurving in and out of the lanes. I
praid to god that we would be ok, but the next thing I knew, I
saw tp bright head lights of a semi truck coming right towards
us. The impact was instant, my whole body was flung forward, and
then everything went black.
I woke up with a
throbbing pain in my stomach. Everything was blurry at first. I
could somewhat see an orange light flickering. I focused on where
it was coming from and saw that it was fire coming from both
vehicles. I looked over the damage from the crash. The entire
front end of my dad's truck was destroyed. The front end was so
smashed that the seats were sitting where the engine would have
been, and that was sitting underneath the front end of the semi
truck. Chunks of tire and metal were scattered everywhere. I
tried to sit up, but the pain in my side was too much to deal
with. I looked down at myself and saw a big gash on the left side
of my stomach. Tiny peices of glass were sticking to my skin were
the blood was coming dripping down.
I was panacking
really bad at that point. I searched all over for my dad. I
spotted him on the other side of the damaged truck. He was lying
on his side. His right arm had been bent out of place and there
was a deep wound on his left temple. I couldn't tell if he was
breathing. I tried screaming out to him, but somehow I had gagged
on blood. I touched my face to figure out where it was coming
from. I found a large cut on my forehead. It was leaking blood
I tried to get up
again, but my body wouldn't let me. I stumbled a lot, trying to
use my arms as props to hold me up. I had to get over to my dad
and see if he was ok. I could feel myself getting hotter. The
fire coming from the semi was growing. This wasn't good. I
struggled to get myself up again, and I managed to move a couple
of inches, but the glass that was scattered around me had cut
into my hands and my side so I fell back to the ground.
I looked up at my
dad and tried calling out to him again, but my throat was filled
with the blood from my head. In the next second, I heard a high
pitched whistle coming from the truck, and then it happened. I
sheilded my face from the blaze as the semi truck exploded
infront of me, engulfing both of my dad and the truck. The blast
from the truck had ended up sending a peice of metal directly at
me, hitting the side of my head. The impact had caused my whole
body to go numb and my vision to go blurry. I tried to focus on
where my dad's body had been. I could barely see, but what I saw
had startled and scared me. In my dad's place was a large figure.
It was standing on all four legs and looking straihgt
at me. I would have thought it was just another large chunk of
metal, but from what I saw, I knew what it was instantly. Right
in the center of what seemed to be this creatures head, there
were two large, round spheres. I knew it was the same thing I had
seen at the bus stop earlier.I told my body to run. I was
scared to death of what this thing might do to me, but my body
In the distance I could hear sirens getting closer. Someone must
have spotted the crash and called for help. I looked back to
wehere the thing had been standing and saw that it was gone. My
sight was still blurry so I couldn't see if it had walked
somehwere else. What was that thing? The sirens had gotten louder
and I could here doors slaming on the vehicles. Several figures
came running over to me. I tried to ask them if my dad was ok,
but they had put an oxygen mask over my face before I could say
"Everything will be alright ma'am. We're going to get you help as
soon as possible." I heard a man say. I then felt something being
put around my neck. The people hoisted me up onto the gurny and
then wheeled me inside of theambulence. I was sp terrified at
that moment. All I wanted to know was if my dad was ok. No one
was saying anything. I felt something sharp poke into my arm and
knew that I was being plugged up to an I.V. I could feel the
liquid running through my veins, and then my eyes started getting
heavy. I slowly drifted out of consciousness, and then it all