The Accident (Revised)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is a revised and longer version of The Accident.

Submitted: August 31, 2013

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I awoke, my head is throbbing with pain. To me, the light I see is extremely bright and feels as though it is burning my eyes. My eyes close in attempt to stop the pain. I feel as though I am bound to the seat I am in. I open my eyes once more to look down at my arms. I see that they trapped. My right arm is being crushed between the metal of the door and the seat, and my left arm is trapped between the seat and the center console. I try to remember what had happened, but my memory fails me. I look to my left and see a girl. Her face, even though cold and expressionless, seems very familiar to me, but I have no memory of her. As some of my senses return to me I begin to see the blood running off her brow and down her face. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly open but with no breath escaping. Her skin is a pale white, so much so that she looks like a ghost from a bad horror movie. As I realize all this I am suddenly alarmed. ‘She’d dead!’ is the sentence that ran through my head. However, I could not tell for sure if she was truly dead. I look back toward the light thinking it was the light you see when you are about to go to the next life. I notice that it was illuminating from the headlight of an old Ford truck that is sitting on top of the hood of the car in which I am the passenger of. Something all of a sudden clicked within my mind, ‘I’m in an accident,’ that thought echoed within my head, worsening my headache. My breath started to become short and I begin to have a panic attack. I attempt to scream for help, but no sound escaped my throat. It is like I forgot how to speak, let alone scream. Pain now engulfs my right arm. I look towards my left arm and try to release it. My efforts were in vain for my arm stayed trapped. I suddenly feel a sharp pain throughout my skull an everything turned black.

 

 
In the middle of the darkness, I see myself standing alone. A car suddenly pulls up and a women (her face covered with blood for a moment then returned to normal) and greets me. I appear happy to see her, more happy than I had ever been to see anyone before. We exchange a kiss and hug and get into the car. She gets in the divers seat and I get in the passenger seat. We drive on a back road for about 10 minutes. We look at each other for a second or two happy to be with each other. When we looked back at the road, the truck was only a foot or two away from us. We didn’t have any time to react, the truck hit us head-on. Her head cracks against the windshield, she is dead. ‘She is dead’ echoes on and on until I am about to go insane.

 

 
I awake. I’m lying in a bed. After a moment or two I realize that I’m in a hospital. A nurse sees that I’m awake and approaches me. “Hey there,” she says in an annoyingly friendly voice, “We Didn’t think you’d ever wake up; how are you feeling, does your head hurt?” I shake my head no and I realize the pain in my head has subsided. “That’s good!” the nurse exclaims, “Is there anything you need?” I think, then I ask, “How long have I been out?” “For about two days,” the nurse replied. ‘I’ve been out for two days?’ I thought to myself. “What happened to the girl that was driving?” “She died on impact I’m afraid,” upon hearing the news, my hear sank and I felt like throwing up, even though I do not recall ever meeting her. “Was she your girlfriend or just a friend of yours?” I tried to remember, but I have no memory of her whatsoever, the feeling of self loathing began to fill my thoughts. “I don’t know,” I said sadly to the nurse. “A little case of amnesia hmm? Well, I hope you start to remember things soon.” With that, the nurse left the room. Soon after, I fell back into a deep sleep.

 

I begin to dream again. Me and the girl are sitting in a booth at a semi-formal restaurant (her favorite) and we are laughing and seems like we are having a good time. We are speaking but I cannot hear any words being said but the feelings are vivid within me. I am in love with her. We leave and go to an apartment (“I can hardly pay the rent”) and I kiss her on the forehead and hug her goodbye (“That’s alright I still…”). We part and I look back to see her looking at me from the slightly open door. I wave goodbye (“I love you”) and walk away. Then images from the accident fill the black void and I weep, not knowing why just knowing I should weep. A man suddenly comes into the picture, all I can see is that he is wearing a suit I cannot see his face, just the suit. The police comes and he disappeared…
 

 

I finally awoke from my nightmare. I glance around the room and notice a man wearing a black suit and sunglasses. ‘Is this the man from my dream? No, it can’t be!’ “Ah, I see you have finally awaken, Mr. Williams,” he said with an eerie, almost robotic voice. “Who the hell are you and how do you know who I am?” I asked alarmed and somewhat agitated. “My name is Smith, Mr. Smith, I’m here to take care of your pain.” He paused to see my reaction then said “And that is all you need to know, Mr. Williams.” He stepped closer to the bed and picked up a scalpel from a drawer in the cabinet next to the bed and examined the sharpness of it. “That was a horrible accident, wasn’t it Mr. Williams,” Smith said. “How do you know about the accident?” I exclaimed. He got closer to the bed to the point where I could smell his nauseating cologne. “Do you think that they are really accidents?” He said it as though it was a statement and not a question. As I was about to say something, he took his free hand and put it over my mouth, muting me. I tried to scream and tear away from his grip, but it was no use. He then pressed the blade of the scalpel against my through and said “Good night Mr. Williams.” He then pressed harder so the blade pierced my skin deep and drug it across my neck, tearing apart the skin and separating my windpipe. I could not breath and seemed to have an epileptic fit in panic and tried to scream but Smith’s and lack of breath made it impossible for anyone to hear. A moment later, everything turned dark and I lose all feeling. I am dead.

 

 
In the darkness, I see the girl, her face bloodied and her body broken. I break down and weep wishing that I didn’t have to spend eternity looking at her. Looking at the person I loved until our deaths…


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