Spookychild’s writings

Trigger warning: suicide attempt

The figure appeared on the road as the headlights washed over the area. Darren had twisted the steering wheel in an attempt to prevent the calamity. Nevertheless, the tires had squealed before the devastating impact.

Darren immediately pulled the vehicle to a stop and jumped out. He assumed the victim might have been high on drugs or maybe someone that had been drinking too much. 

 He found the body where the truck had thrown it. The person was facing the pavement, a lump covered in material. Darren froze in the headlights, unable to move. Forcing both knees to crouch, he twisted the black-clad body over.

 Darren suffered two shocks at a rapid pace.  First, there was an uncontested truth. The individual before him was female. He could see blood seeping out and portions of a bra poking through the torn fabric. But then the second surprise came as Darren lifted the hair from the face and pulled back the hood. The injured person was his neighbor, the one he had felt an attraction to since the moment noticing her.

He had seen her earlier that day, walking the happy dog. Darren had stepped out onto the road to check the mail, hoping that she would at least glance his way. But she hadn’t. Darren had stood there silently watching till she was out of sight.

He had been furious with himself then and had not eaten anything for dinner. Turning on the TV, Darren had tried to concentrate but had been unable. Hours had gone by, and finally, hunger consumed his thoughts. He had gone to Taco Bell at ten at night, brought, and ate a lot of tacos. After, while driving home, Darren had struck the neighbor girl whose ethereal beauty had caught his eye.

He had lifted and placed her inside the cab, not thinking about the phone he could have used to call nine one one. However, if Darren pondered the situation, he realized that a phone call may have been impossible as the reception in the area was low. Cell phone calls had disconnected before while driving along the creek. Turning the vehicle around, Darren drove straight to a hospital. 

At one point during the journey, he looked toward her and saw that both eyes were open. Darren’s heart had almost stopped. Then he had begun talking to her, trying to get a response in any way. But she was unable to utter a word and eventually closed her eyes. 

Was there music playing? He didn’t remember a sound.  All that came to his mind were images, blood, the figure in the headlights, tacos, and her eyes opened gazing.

Blinking both eyes several times, all that Darren had experienced ran through his mind. It was like watching a movie about the event, knowing he lived it. Finally arriving at the present, Darren focused on Lea.

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