It was a soft summer morning, the day it all occurred. The air was brisk, fresh and soothing to those early birds who were walking down the streets of the city of Surrey, England. It seemed like a day where nothing would happen-calm and peace reigned.
A girl at the young age of seventeen was awoken by the noise coming from downstairs. The sounds of dishes being washed and the clack clack clacking of noisy footsteps caused her to sigh in irritation before she rose from her bed, still clad in the reindeer pajamas she had received from her aunt last Christmas. "Good morning mum," she mumbled sleepily as she walked past her mom down to the bathroom. "Good morning to you too dear. Breakfast is on the table." her mother said as she busied herself with something or the other. The girl quickly brushed her teeth and did all the morning necessities before returning to the kitchen. She merely grabbed a slice of toast which caused her mother to look at her, alarmed, because, sadly, her daughter usually ate like a pig.
"What's wrong Kyane?" her mother asked, blue eyes concerned.
Kyane blinked, "Nothing, why?" she asked curiously, nibbling on her toast.
"It's just that... Nevermind." her mother gave her toast of choice a curious look but then busied herself once more. Kyane shrugged and grabbed her school bag, slinging it over her shoulder.
"Well then, I'm off!" Kyane took a step towards the door when her mother stopped her and cleared her throat. Kyane looked down at herself and once again saw those little reindeers that covered her pajamas. Flushing lightly, she hurried back upstairs and changed into something a bit more decent.
A long sleeved striped shirt and jeans would have to do since she wasn't willing to make any sort of effort that day. She yawned and walked out that door, not knowing that she would never return. Never to see her mothers loving eyes and or to receive her mothers warm hugs ever again.
Just because of a book.
"Hey Kyane!" Her best friend and newly ex boyfriend yelled at her from across the street. She huffed, still angry with him for sleeping with her cousin a week after they started dating.
"What do you want Jason?" she shouted back, over the noise of the traffic on the street as she stopped and stared, awaiting an explanation.
What she heard next was just a bunch of garbled words.
"What?" she yelled, trying to be heard over the racket. She glared at the speedily passing cars, couldn't they be quieter?
Jason sighed and tried again, "KYANE! EMENWOVITOUH!"
"What!" she leaned closer to the road, trying to hear. Jason sighed once more, pulled out his notebook and scribbled something down in it. Then, with the strength of an avid football player, threw the book towards her. She reached for it as it sailed into the air.
Unfortunately, it landed quite far away from her.
She quickly looked at either side of the road and crossed it swiftly to grab the book, she had just grabbed it and was about to go back when a car suddenly came screeching towards her. The driver honked furiously as the car neared her and then finally Kyane was thrown back by the force of the speeding car. Within the time period of a moment. For a moment, she was too shocked to react, then suddenly her senses returned to her.
Blood. Blood was everywhere. Staining her shirt with its color.
Pain, she was in pain. Agony was lighting fire to her veins, she couldn't breathe. Darkness was clouding her vision as the blood seeped out of her and onto the cement, forever staining.
It was the scariest moment of her life, knowing that she was doomed to disappear forever now. Without even growing up or learning what would have happened to her later on.
No. No.
She didn't want to die.
Please, no.
Images flashed in her mind. She closed her eyes and winced. Her body shuddered and she felt nauseous, as if her brain was bursting and letting memories leak out.
"Jason!" she giggled, "Stop!"
"Nuh uh! You ate the last cookie! This is your punishment." he told her gravely as she continued to laugh as he tickled her ruthlessly.
Happiness.
"Mom? Mom, are you okay?!" she asked, her mother looked as if a part of her had died.
"Kyane... your father... he's dead..."
Kyane had never cried so hard.
"Kyane, please promise me. Don't leave me."
"I won't mum, I promise."
Promises were made to be broken, weren't they?
"Hehe, I can't believe I got 100% on that test!"
"Kyane, you have such great potential..."
"Thank you, Professor."
No, she didn't want to die. Not like this. Not before telling her mother that she loved her one last time.
Mum, I'm sorry. I tried to be a good girl, I really did...
More darkness invaded her vision.
I'm sorry I'm going to die. I don't want to leave you mum. I just wish you could be here, I want to see you laugh one more time. I want you to be the last thing I see. Please.
But Death obeys none.
Slowly, she succumbed to the darkness that was death, never to be awoken, the last thing she had seen was the painful image of her own blood rather than the loving image of her mother.
Kyane's eyes stared glassily somewhere where no one could reach. Jason rushed towards her, careful of the oncoming cars and slid to her side on his knees, uncaring of how the cement ripped his jeans and scraped his knees.
Blood. So much blood.
"Oh my god, oh my god, Kyane! Someone please call an ambulance!" he shouted at the curious onlookers. When one of them pulled out a cell phone and began dialing, he turned back to her.
"Kyane, wake up! This isn't funny Kyane, please..." He begged, knowing it was futile. He pounded at the ground and breathed heavily. The book she had died for was lying next to her, the wind cruelly opened the book to the very page he had wanted to show Kyane, his writing staring him in the face with the words he was never able to say and she was never able to hear.
Kyane, I'm in love with you.
