Taking Away: A Narrative Fiction
I should’ve known better. I knew I was forgetting something. Mom’s number one rule when it comes to driving.
“So, what do you do once you get in the car?”
“Check the mirrors and see if there’s gas left.”
“And?”
“Make sure the doors are locked.”
“And?”
“And…? Drive?”
“Scarlett! Your seatbelt! You have to put your seatbelt on. Safety is the number one priority. Mom’s number one rule. Do not under any circumstances forget it. I don’t want you flying through the windshield.” “Mom! That won’t happen. It just…slipped out of my mind.” “Fine, just don’t let it slip out of your mind again.” “I won’t.”
Sorry that I lied to you mom. It slipped out of my mind again. Maybe if I remembered what you said, I wouldn’t be here right now.
* * *
School, …show more content…
the worst thing ever created. School is just too much for me. First week and three tests, four projects, and two quizzes already. It’s just a 24/7 job without pay. And the people…I don’t even want to think about them. On top of it all, this homework. 14.5 metric tons of rain in a hour? It makes no sense at all, but you know what would make this better? Music. I search through my phone for a song when I hear,“ Scar! Scarlett!” I run downstairs to find her.
“Yes mom?”
“Can you drive to the store and pick up some milk and eggs for me?
I need them for breakfast tomorrow.”
“Okay, anything else?”
Mom thinks for a bit then shakes her head. “No, that’s it.”
“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful and take your time driving. It’s dark out.”
I leave the house once I put my shoes on and grab my keys and some money. As I leave the house, I see my dad’s black car pull into the driveway.
“Hey dad.”
“Hey kiddo. Where you going?”
“Just to the store to pick up some things for mom.”
“Alright drive safely.”
I get in my car and can’t help but feel that I forgot something. Shoes? Check. Keys and money? Check. Mirrors and doors? Check. Gas? Full and ready to go. I put my favorite radio station on. Country is the way to go. I pull out my driveway and begin my voyage to the grocery store. The road is pretty quiet with a couple cars every once in awhile. Of course it is though. Welcome to Riverview. A medium-sized, quiet, suburban town on the edge of the state. I still take my time driving to be extra careful.
After a couple minutes of driving, I hear this weird pounding sound. Driving up further, I find the source of the strange sound. A party. Of course. Red solo cups littered all over the lawn and flower garden, girls puking their guts out into the rose bushes, boys jumping off the roof into the pool and people running around half naked. The typical high school
party.
* * *
I’ve never really understood the hype of parties. Having been to a couple, they really aren’t all that great. Just a bunch of teens running around doing stupid things. Breaking multiple laws every step they take.
My attention is focused solely on the party, when I barely notice a car flying out towards me.
“Crap! Watch where you’re going!” I yell as I suddenly brake.
They continue to drive in front of me. “Stupid kids.” I sigh out and continue my trip.
As I continue to drive, I notice that the car has begun to stray from its lane a little. It keeps driving in both lanes. They really are idiots.
“What reckless idiots.”
While they are in the other lane, I attempt to pull my car ahead of theirs. I look at the other car as I pull ahead and see that the kids are fooling around inside the car. I really cannot believe that we go to the same school and that they are the same as me.
“Pick a lane!” I yell at them.
But that's when I see it.
Two lights coming towards me.
My eyes snap shut.
Boom.
Darkness.
* * *
I walk out my car. The kids from the party get out of their car and stand there stunned. The old man that drove into me walks over to the kids.
“You kids okay?” he calls out to them.
One of them starts to cry. The others stay silent. He repeats his question. “I asked you kids, if you were okay.”
The kids nod.
“What were you doing driving down the wrong side of the road?” They stay silent.
The old man raises his eyebrow and sniffs around. “Have you kids been drinking?”
She began to sob louder.
“Sir we didn’t mean to.” One of the boys replies.
He sighs and rubs his forehead. “Call an ambulance, I’m gonna check on the person in the other car.”
I open my mouth to tell him that I’m okay, but he just walks by me. I go to my car to look at the damages. I walk around the car to examine it and notice something. The windshield. Cracked. Pieces of it laying on the road. How did I not notice it before? I continue to look around when I see something up the road. I walk up to it. A body. Mine.
I scream.
Silence.
Nobody can hear me. My screams shake the ground, but no one else can feel them.
“Hey!” The old man shakes my body. “Hey! Wake up!”
No.
I walk over to the teenagers and try to talk to them. “We need help! No! Just send an ambulance! Are you really telling me to calm do right now? Okay. There was a car accident. No, I’m not hurt. I don’t know how badly the other person is hurt, but I think she flew out the windshield of her car.”
No, this can’t be happening. No.
I close my eyes.
Light.
An immense feeling of pain rushes through my body.
“Hey! Hey! Are you okay? Stay awake!”
Darkness.
Emergency vehicles come, whirling down the road. Paramedics race off their vehicles. They look at the body. It’s soon loaded onto an ambulance. I follow it.
* * *
“BP at 70/40.”
“Get the pump ready.”
“Pump.”
“Tube and forceps.”
“Here.”
“Alright, hand me the scissors. Status?”
“Rising.”
“Prepare the clamp.”
“BP rising steadily to 110/70.”
Light shines brightly into my eyes as I slowly blink them open. I have no idea where I am. People stand around me dressed in blue-greenish clothes with their faces covered.
“Where’s the clamp?”
“Here.”
“Doctor there’s a lot of blood loss, what blood type should I bring?”
“O.”
“Positive?”
“Negative.”
A hospital. That’s where I am. These are doctors and nurses. But why am I here? What are they doing to me? At that point I began to feel it. All of the cuts, bruises, scratches, and fractures that rest all over my body.
“We’re running low on O.”
“Get some ASAP. Hand me the scalpel, I need to cut into this.
My eyes widen. I scream.
“She’s awake!”
“We’re losing her! She's going into shock!”
“Doctor her heart rate is dropping!”
“Defib!”
“200.”
“Clear.”
“No response.”
“Recharge and go again.”
“200.”
“Clear.”
“Dropping.”
“She’s flatlining!”
“Doctor! We’re about to lose her!”
All I see is black.
I no longer feel anything.
Darkness.
* * *
“So, what do you do once you get in the car?”
“Check the mirrors and see if there’s gas left.”
“And?”
“Make sure the doors are locked.”
“And?”
“And…? Drive?”
“Scarlett! Your seatbelt! You have to put your seatbelt on. Safety is the number one priority. Mom’s number one rule. Do not under any circumstances forget it. I don’t want you flying through the windshield.” “Mom! That won’t happen. It just…slipped out of my mind.” “Fine, just don’t let it slip out of your mind again.” “I won’t.”
Sorry that I lied to you mom. It slipped out of my mind again. Maybe if I remembered what you said, I wouldn’t be here right now.
* * *
School, …show more content…
the worst thing ever created. School is just too much for me. First week and three tests, four projects, and two quizzes already. It’s just a 24/7 job without pay. And the people…I don’t even want to think about them. On top of it all, this homework. 14.5 metric tons of rain in a hour? It makes no sense at all, but you know what would make this better? Music. I search through my phone for a song when I hear,“ Scar! Scarlett!” I run downstairs to find her.
“Yes mom?”
“Can you drive to the store and pick up some milk and eggs for me?
I need them for breakfast tomorrow.”
“Okay, anything else?”
Mom thinks for a bit then shakes her head. “No, that’s it.”
“Alright, I’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful and take your time driving. It’s dark out.”
I leave the house once I put my shoes on and grab my keys and some money. As I leave the house, I see my dad’s black car pull into the driveway.
“Hey dad.”
“Hey kiddo. Where you going?”
“Just to the store to pick up some things for mom.”
“Alright drive safely.”
I get in my car and can’t help but feel that I forgot something. Shoes? Check. Keys and money? Check. Mirrors and doors? Check. Gas? Full and ready to go. I put my favorite radio station on. Country is the way to go. I pull out my driveway and begin my voyage to the grocery store. The road is pretty quiet with a couple cars every once in awhile. Of course it is though. Welcome to Riverview. A medium-sized, quiet, suburban town on the edge of the state. I still take my time driving to be extra careful.
After a couple minutes of driving, I hear this weird pounding sound. Driving up further, I find the source of the strange sound. A party. Of course. Red solo cups littered all over the lawn and flower garden, girls puking their guts out into the rose bushes, boys jumping off the roof into the pool and people running around half naked. The typical high school
party.
* * *
I’ve never really understood the hype of parties. Having been to a couple, they really aren’t all that great. Just a bunch of teens running around doing stupid things. Breaking multiple laws every step they take.
My attention is focused solely on the party, when I barely notice a car flying out towards me.
“Crap! Watch where you’re going!” I yell as I suddenly brake.
They continue to drive in front of me. “Stupid kids.” I sigh out and continue my trip.
As I continue to drive, I notice that the car has begun to stray from its lane a little. It keeps driving in both lanes. They really are idiots.
“What reckless idiots.”
While they are in the other lane, I attempt to pull my car ahead of theirs. I look at the other car as I pull ahead and see that the kids are fooling around inside the car. I really cannot believe that we go to the same school and that they are the same as me.
“Pick a lane!” I yell at them.
But that's when I see it.
Two lights coming towards me.
My eyes snap shut.
Boom.
Darkness.
* * *
I walk out my car. The kids from the party get out of their car and stand there stunned. The old man that drove into me walks over to the kids.
“You kids okay?” he calls out to them.
One of them starts to cry. The others stay silent. He repeats his question. “I asked you kids, if you were okay.”
The kids nod.
“What were you doing driving down the wrong side of the road?” They stay silent.
The old man raises his eyebrow and sniffs around. “Have you kids been drinking?”
She began to sob louder.
“Sir we didn’t mean to.” One of the boys replies.
He sighs and rubs his forehead. “Call an ambulance, I’m gonna check on the person in the other car.”
I open my mouth to tell him that I’m okay, but he just walks by me. I go to my car to look at the damages. I walk around the car to examine it and notice something. The windshield. Cracked. Pieces of it laying on the road. How did I not notice it before? I continue to look around when I see something up the road. I walk up to it. A body. Mine.
I scream.
Silence.
Nobody can hear me. My screams shake the ground, but no one else can feel them.
“Hey!” The old man shakes my body. “Hey! Wake up!”
No.
I walk over to the teenagers and try to talk to them. “We need help! No! Just send an ambulance! Are you really telling me to calm do right now? Okay. There was a car accident. No, I’m not hurt. I don’t know how badly the other person is hurt, but I think she flew out the windshield of her car.”
No, this can’t be happening. No.
I close my eyes.
Light.
An immense feeling of pain rushes through my body.
“Hey! Hey! Are you okay? Stay awake!”
Darkness.
Emergency vehicles come, whirling down the road. Paramedics race off their vehicles. They look at the body. It’s soon loaded onto an ambulance. I follow it.
* * *
“BP at 70/40.”
“Get the pump ready.”
“Pump.”
“Tube and forceps.”
“Here.”
“Alright, hand me the scissors. Status?”
“Rising.”
“Prepare the clamp.”
“BP rising steadily to 110/70.”
Light shines brightly into my eyes as I slowly blink them open. I have no idea where I am. People stand around me dressed in blue-greenish clothes with their faces covered.
“Where’s the clamp?”
“Here.”
“Doctor there’s a lot of blood loss, what blood type should I bring?”
“O.”
“Positive?”
“Negative.”
A hospital. That’s where I am. These are doctors and nurses. But why am I here? What are they doing to me? At that point I began to feel it. All of the cuts, bruises, scratches, and fractures that rest all over my body.
“We’re running low on O.”
“Get some ASAP. Hand me the scalpel, I need to cut into this.
My eyes widen. I scream.
“She’s awake!”
“We’re losing her! She's going into shock!”
“Doctor her heart rate is dropping!”
“Defib!”
“200.”
“Clear.”
“No response.”
“Recharge and go again.”
“200.”
“Clear.”
“Dropping.”
“She’s flatlining!”
“Doctor! We’re about to lose her!”
All I see is black.
I no longer feel anything.
Darkness.
* * *