Pink Striped Shirt

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It was amusing how the traffic made us travel just a tad bit faster than the pedestrians. The sidewalk was crawling with business man and women walking back home at a medium pace. My mind wandered off as I started to imagine myself starring in a sad music video lurking out the window. As I looked at the passing strangers, not really processing any faces but looking at the mob in general, one of them stood out.

Submitted: June 11, 2015

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Spring 2013 was particularly hot in my hometown. I must admit it was kind of rare to have that kind of "short and tank top" temperature that early in the year. It was early may, so we had definitely passed that brown and gooey grass part of spring.  It was finally that blooming flowers, buds and green grass phase, the one that smelled fresh and looked like a picture in a teen magazine. Although it was still a bit chilly outside, I could still feel the sun‘s warmth on my arm through the car window. I heard the first few notes of Blurred Lines coming out of the car’s speaker and the volume suddenly went up. I looked to the side at my sister and sighed. I know it’s her favorite song, but it’s been playing so much everywhere, it started getting on my nerves about a month ago. By that time, I couldn’t stand the damn song anymore, and she knew it. She gave me a quick look and tilted her head to the side, smirking.

- It’s my birthday, I’m the princess.

I rolled my eyes and went back to staring at the slowly passing trees along the side of the road. We certainly chose our time to get back on the road. It was a bit before 4pm and traffic was starting to build as people were getting off work and out of the shopping center. Still, it was flowing quite rapidly considering the long weekend ahead and all. I guess that’s an influential factor in the determination of the traffic on the road or something. I used to hear my mother say things like “It’s pretty crowded for a normal weekend” or “Traffic will be unbearable, we have Monday off”.

“I really should’ve bought that pink romper!” a voice complained on the backseat.

Our mutual friend, Anabelle, was the one who had the idea to go shopping for my sister’s birthday. I don’t know what she was thinking though. Ever since we’ve known her, which had to have been maybe 10 years ago, she’s been broke as hell. Ana was the kind of gal happily living paycheck to paycheck with her part time job working in a grocery store on minimum wage. Actually, now that I think of it, that might explain her ridiculously low banking account. That bitch was always inviting us out on shopping sprees, waving that credit card around to buy everyone gifts and shit.

“Don’t you think you’ve got enough?” I laughed, looking back at the pile of shopping bags resting next to her on the backseat.

She scrunched up her nose, amused and kept on chatting with my sister while I drove my attention back to the pedestrians. It was amusing how the traffic made us travel just a tad bit faster than them. The sidewalk was crawling with business man and women walking back home at a medium pace. My mind wandered off as I started to imagine myself starring in a sad music video lurking out the window. As I looked at the passing strangers, not really processing any faces but looking at the mob in general, one of them stood out. The man was walking faster than the others, his pink stripped shirt flowing through the wind. His pace was fast, almost to the point of jogging. As we passed by him, I noticed his expression was one of strong determination with a bit of anger. His brows were frowned and his mouth was stiff. This dude was going somewhere.

My gaze followed him as we passed. That is when he abruptly changed his route. He swerved to the left, walking right behind our car and into the next lane, cutting the SUV behind us. The SUV honked, but the man didn’t seem to notice anything. He kept on walking between the cars to the center of the road, his eyes locked to the horizon as if he was staring at something. At this point, my sister and our friend had noticed the man too.

“What the fuck does he thinks he’s doing?” My sister asked, a bit amused.

I had a strange feeling about this. One does not simply walk right in the middle of the road like that between all these cars. All this was odd.

“Just go faster…” I retorted, a bit worried.

“I would, but that freaking grandma won’t let me.” She snapped, pointing at the white Buick in front of us.

Slowly, we were putting some distance between the strange man and us. Suddenly, I see his left hand raise over his head and he disappeared behind a huge ball of fire. The cars around him exploded and lifted off the ground, crashing back on other cars. My eyes were glued to the explosion behind us. The warmth of the fire against my face made me snap out of my shocked state and I started hearing sounds again. The agonizing screams of the victims mixed with childrens weeping and car alarms was all I could process. Anabelle’s face was white and she was screaming so loud I was afraid for her vocal chords. My sister had her eyes wide open and kept on repeating a breathed “oh my god” while staring in the distance. I felt the car going faster, my sister blankly staring at the road with no intention of slowing down. When I turned back to look to the front of the vehicle, I noticed the white Buick was gone and had been replace by a giant white truck. The truck didn’t seem to be moving, yet we were going at an alarmingly rapid pace.

“LOOK OUT!” I screamed as I saw that my sister had no intention of stopping our car. Her face was expressionless. She must have been in shock or something. At the last second, I grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it to the right. It was too late. Everything turned to black.

When I woke up, a paramedic was forcing out the passenger door trying to get me out of the wreckage that was my sister’s car. I felt a sharp pain in my neck as I tried to move.

“Stay still, miss. We’re gonna get you out of there.” The man tried to sound reassuring but that didn’t quite work. I tilted my head to the left, trying to check on my sister. I felt a lump in my throat forming as I noticed her state. The windshield was caved in were the car had hit the truck. The back of the truck was poking through. Her face was covered in blood and glass. She looked so peaceful with her eyes closed.

“Gabby… GABBY!” I screamed, trying to wake her up. But she wasn’t moving. Nothing was moving. She was just lying there, bloody and calm. I kept on screaming as the paramedic took me out of the car and placed me on a stretcher. I couldn’t process any sounds. All I could feel was that lump in my throat.

 


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