Crash

I was sitting in the most beautiful meadow. The tall grass tickled my knees an I stood spinning, with my face to the warm yellow sun. I could hear a stream trickling somewhere behind the majestic trees that surrounded me at the edge of the meadow. I giggled happily as I fell back into the sweet smelling flowers. I felt the presence of someone watching me from the dark edges of the meadow. I snapped my head around to see a tall shadow in the outline of the trees. A light, musical chuckle wrapped warmly around my ears. It wasn't a dark and menacing laugh, but a gentle and amused laugh. Most people would be greatly afraid of a strange man watching you from the shadows, but I was oddly comforted by this mystery man. I got up, slowly walking towards the unknown shadow. I opened my mouth to introduce myself…

"BELLAAAA!!!" screamed a voice. This voice was much too feminine for a man, and did not match the same chortle that I had previously heard. I opened my mouth to speak again, but was cut off again by a startling shake and a thump.

"Oof," I exclaimed as the wind was knocked out of me. My eyes fluttered open to reveal my energetic pixie of a best friend jumping up and down on my bed.

"God Alice, you really know how to wake a girl up," I said sarcastically while rubbing my now sore rear end.

She rolled her eyes and leapt of the bed gracefully to stand in front of me.

"And why must you wake me in such a fashion dear friend?" She looked at me as if I with meaning a if I was missing something of great importance. She huffed as her eyes flicked to the clock on my bedside table and then back to me. I followed her gaze to look at the numbers on the clock.

7:45.

CRAP! I have work in 15 minutes and if I don't get there in time, my boss will have my head on a silver platter. I bounded into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Without even a glance in the mirror, I ran my brush through my long mahogany locks and yanked the door open. Alice was sitting daintily on the end of my bed with a pile of clothes in her lap. She threw the piles of clothes at me and I was already stripping off my pajamas. It didn't matter what Alice saw. She's seen pretty much all of me in the 12 years we have known each other.

Alice and I met on the first day of school in 7th grade. I had just moved back to Forks, Washington from Pheonix, Arizona where my mom had taken me after she got a divorce with my dad Charlie.

I had always been terribly shy, and today was no exception. I kept my head down and my eyes on my feet. I tended to be extremely clumsy and today was not a day that I wanted to show that. I had to make a good impression and not bring any attention to myself on my first day in a new school. I could already hear the whispers about me. The long lost daughter of the town's Chief Swan finally returned home from her flighty mother.

By keep my eyes glued to my feet, I didn't realize that a classroom door had swung open right as I walked past it. I walked headfirst into the heavy wooden door and landed on the linoleum floor with a huge thud and my books flying. I head a high pitched squeal and looked up to see a tiny girl with spiky black hair and delicate feminine features looking down on me with concern written all over her face. Even through her twisted features, I could tell she was absolutely gorgeous.

"Oh my god! I am SO sorry! Are you okay?" she asked hastily.

I couldn't help the small giggle that escaped my lips as I looked at her face that was masked in horror. Her features soon turned into confusion as I burst out laughing.

A smile soon graced her elegant lips as she too began to giggle. She stuck out her tiny hand to help me up off of the floor.

"I have a feeling that we are going to be the best of friends," she exclaimed happily with a huge smile on her lips. From that day on, Alice and I were inseperable.

Alice threw a pair of stilletos at me as I zipped up my black pencil skirt. I didn't even have time to complain about the death traps she was handing me as I grabbed my purse and keys and flew out of the door.

"I'll be home by six!" I yelled over my shoulder as I booked it down the hallways.

I took the stairs two at a time, not having time to waste on waiting for the elevator to come. I paused for a second to admire my newly aquired navy blue, a present for graduating from U Dub, before hopping into the smooth leather interior seats. The engine roared as I peeled out the apartment building's garage. I never sped, but today was an exception. Having a father as a policeman in a small town teaches you not to break any laws. They had been ingrained into my brain to drive safely and abide the laws of the road since I was six years old.

"No, no, no, NO!" I yelled, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of my hand as the light turned from yellow to red. I may be breaking the speed limit, but I was no running a red light. I had better judgement than that. Today was so not my day.

I slammed my foot on the gas the second that the daunting light turned green. I turned the wheel sharply as I got to the corner of the street. I hit the turn so sharply that I lost control of the wheel. My tires squealed as they fought to gain the traction that they needed to drive. My eyes widened as I saw myself headed straight towards a shiny silver Volvo.

The sickening crunch of metal hitting metal filled my ears as my head jerked forward and hit the steering wheel hard. The airbags knocked the wind out of me as I fought to shield my face from the on coming glass that had shattered on impact. I anticipated for more impact but my car groaned loudly as it shuttered to a stop.

As I regained my awareness of my suroundings, I smelled the distinct scent of gasoline. Right then, only on thing came to my mind. Get. Out.

I started pulling and pushing on my seatbelt, but it refused to undo. It was stuck. I felt a light bulb go off in my head as I remembered the pocketknife that Charlie had given me when I moved out of the house. He was always thinking in cop mode. At the time, when he gave it to me, I rolled my eyes and made a sarcastic comment about his paranoia, but right now I couldn't be any more grateful for it as I blindly searched for my purse in the seat next to me.

My hand brushed something soft and leather and I grabbed the strap of it. I pulled my purse into my lap and opened the side pocket to reveal the greatly appreciated pocketknife. I flipped it open and being sawing at the fabric of my seatbelt.

I sighed in relief when at last, I was freed from the confines of my detested seatbelt. That relief was instantly replaced with fright as the smell of gasoline was growing stronger and stronger.

I turned to my door and began jiggling and pulling and the handle. It refused to budge. I could smell the gasoline getting closer and closer and began to completely panic. I began banging on the door even though I knew it would do nothing. I was desperate and would do anything to get out.

I almost cried in palliation when my door swung open t reveal a man, strangely enough, in scrubs that a doctor in a hospital wears. I couldn't see his face from all of the smoke around us, but honestly, I didn't care. The only thing that I cared about in that moment was the strong reassurance that his arms brought me as he pulled me out from the restraints of my now destroyed car.

I began to run away from the wrecked cars with the help of his support. I turned to thank my liberator when I was cut off as the two cars behind us burst into flames. We began to furiously scamper away from the burning wreckage as hot pieces of debris started to fly towards us.

I began focusing less on the blazing cars behind us, and more on the electric current that was flowing through me from where the stranger had a hold on my arms.

I shakily turned to thank my savior once again, but was stopped by the sight before me.

My own personal Greek God was standing right in front of me looking at me with worry. He had a strange bronze head of tousled and messy hair that I instantly wanted to run my fingers through. His strong features and jaw were even still prominant and defined through the cut on his forehead and the soot all over his cheeks. My breath was knocked out of me as I looked into his glittering emerald orbs. His eyes were so deep and wise that I felt myself falling into their depth. His eyes looked at me as if they were looking into my soul.

His stunning face became blurry and distorted as everything that happened in the past 10 minutes caught up to me and I wobbled light-headedly on my feet. My knees gave out and I felt his sturdy arms catch me once more.

The last thing I heard before I succumbed into darkness was the blaring of sirens and my magnificent knight-in-shining-armor calling over the sirens for help before he turned to me and said, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

I was cloaked with darkness as the last thing I saw being the glittering emeralds that I had instantly become enthralled with.