It had just been a normal day. Okay, maybe I had woke up a little later than usual - completely ruining my usually perfect morning routine, causing me to forget my Art book ( left on my painted white oak desk, after I scribbled the finishing touches to a piece that was due in two weeks ago at 2 AM ) and also knock my hip on the kitchen counter as I snatched a cold piece of toast from a plate ( which really hurt, and I'm sure left me with a bruise ). In my hurry, it had completely slipped my mind to lock the front door ( I don't usually have to ) and my mother rang me midday shouting down the phone. If this wasn't enough, I dropped my lunch money on the way to the canteen and was too embarrassed to pick it up amongst the bustling crowds, thus leaving me with no food for the day.
To say the least, my day had been stressful. It got a little bit worse when I was held behind class after the final school bell rang. Sat at my desk completing some stupid test was not what I wanted to be doing as every other teenager raced out of the gates. Only to make matters worse did the dark clouds that had been looming overhead all day decide to finally burst and send icy droplets of water spiralling down to earth, leaving me looking like a drowned rat, and also ruining the pen drawings on the front of my diary which I clutched close to my chest as I headed home.
Although I had experienced quite a bad day, it wasn't weird. I mean, everyone has a down day once in awhile, right? I didn't think it could get much worse. Oh, I was wrong..
Glancing to the clock on my gold iPhone, I realised I was going to be late for gymnastics. We had a competition coming up soon, and now really wasn't the time to be missing practise. With a sigh, I pushed my phone back into my pocket and increased my pace. I decided to take a short cut home, hoping the few extra minutes would spare me a long lecture from my coach.
Thunder growled like an angry beast in the sky, spitting rain at the ground ferociously. It was only half past four, however the sky was already dark and dreary and it felt much later. I used to love the rain so much - especially the smell of wet earth, or the feeling of it upon my skin; but right now I couldn't despise it any more. The constant pounding was the only noise I could hear, which was strange - the roads were usually congested at this time. I counted it as a blessing, for it could only mean less time waiting at traffic lights for me.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Probably my parents, wondering where I was. Or my friends, maybe asking me to come over - they always seemed to forget about my sports. Taking my eyes off the long road ahead, I glanced down to my black school trousers ( a truly ugly uniform ) as I fiddled to free my phone from the uselessly small pocket. I stepped off the curb, on to the black tarmac of the road. I could smell the rain. A smile tugged at the corners of my soft, pink lips as the familiar scent wafted into my nostrils. I could almost taste it on my tongue. My phone vibrated again as I unlocked it - 0410, my birthdate; fourth of October. Coming up soon, my 16th birthday. I had quite a large party planned with all of my friends, and I'd even invited people who I didn't really speak too, just to make the day extra special and big. To fit in with the crowd - I couldn't wait.
Of course, it had been my mother. The familiar 'lol' at the end of the text because she thought she was 'in with the kids' gave it away. The bright phone screen was a contrast to the dismal darkness of the surroundings, as I slowly text back, my fingertips too cold from the rain to move. I guess my phone distracted me. Old people always say they steal your attention. I'd never admit that in person, though - it would give my father too much satisfaction. But I guess I'll never get the chance.
I never saw the car coming. I didn't hear it until it was too late, and by then all I could hear was the sound of screeching tyres and crunching bones anyway. My phone and diary flew out of my pinkish hands as I flew over the bonnet. My brain couldn't keep up with the number of twists and flips I was doing, and for a moment I felt as free as a bird, sailing through the air - and then I hit the floor with a sickening thud. Something sticky pooled around my head, and I could feel it against the skin of my fingertips. My legs tingled, a strange sensation, and my body was filled with warmth for a moment. And then the ringing noise came, louder than anything I had ever heard before, and my head throbbed. The darkness that I lived in only momentarily became thicker, like a fog, engulfing my body, slowly suffocating me, as I fell back into the nothingness...