Chapter Numero Dos
Chapter 2
A light flickered on in my head.
“Honey, can you please slow down?”
My mom shot my dad one of her infamous “evil-eye” looks, and my dad returned it.
“I’m not going fast.” She replied coldly.
“The road is wet,” he pointed out, “and I think you’re too tired to drive right now.”
She shook her head, “Nonsense.”
I sat in the back seat, watching the freeway pass by me in a blur. It was just after nine, and the party my Parent’s had to attend had just ended. Neither one of them was drunk, which comforted me. They had been trying to stay sober for the past year, and so far they had been doing wonderfully.
My dad turned around in his seat and smiled at me, “how are you doing kiddo?”
I glared at him, “I’m not a kid anymore.”
He laughed, “Of course not. My little man is growing up.”
My mom laughed also, “You got that right.”
I looked at my mom and frowned, “Please focus on the road.” I don’t know why I said it, it just sort of fell out of me.
My dad shot me a questioning look, “You don’t trust your mom’s driving?”
“Not at night. You know what happened last time.”
My mom gave my dad a nervous glance and remained attentive to the road, my dad turned back in his seat.
“That was ages ago.” He muttered. We all fell quiet.
The warmth in the car felt like a blanket around me, and I embraced it wearily. On nights like this in New York the temperature was extremely cold, but as my dad explained it, it was all apart of being a New Yorker.
“If you don’t get used to the weather here, you won’t any where else. It’s what separates us from everybody else in the United States.”
“I’m pretty sure Alaska is much colder than New York.”
“Alaska isn’t apart of the U.S.”
“I’m pretty sure it is dad.” I said matter-o-factly.
He winked at me, “Only if you’re Canadian.” I believed him.
I watched as the window-shield wipers shot back and forth furiously trying to clear my mother’s vision. If I would have known this was the last time I would have been able to speak to my parents I would have said something. But I didn’t.
I remained quiet and calm in the back seat as the sudden screeching of tires shook me from unconsciousness.
“What are you doing?” I shot tiredly at my mom. She didn’t reply as she squinted through the glass in front of her.
“What is that?” my dad asked.
The sound of sirens filled the car, and I froze.
“Do I pull over?” my mom asked.
“No wait… ”
CRACK. White light flashed in front of me and I went blind. The horrible sound of metal on metal rang in my ears. I felt almost weightless as our car was being ejected into the air. As it rolled I rolled, and I clung onto my seat-belt for dear-life.
I could hear the top of our car slide across the wet gravel of the freeway, and I could feel the heat of the sparks as it flew by my head. All of the windows had blown out and I could feel the glass bounce around me.
Everything went black.
I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, couldn’t smell.
Am I dead?
A voice rang out.
“No.”
I nearly jumped at the reply. I looked around the conformity of my darkness.
“Who said that?”
“I did.”
A figured drenched in white illuminated my vision and I could feel myself draw in breath.
“Take my hand.” The figure said. From out of the light a hand appeared, and I stared at it in confusion.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Sam.”
“Who are you Sam?”
“Take my hand.” It repeated again. This time I didn’t argue. I took the hand and it felt gentle and warm against my skin, and I embraced it. It was pulling me… pulling me away.
Everything went black again. I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital. Everything went black again. I opened my eyes, I was in a police station.
The light in my head flickered out.
I woke up just as my plane landed in Kansas.
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