A/N first ever fanfic so please review and comment suggestions of what you would like to see in future chapters :) thank you xx
Flashbacks
I just laid there. Laid there staring into the darkness. I was staring into the fear and pain not saying a word. How did I get here? Why me? Will anybody help me? It was wet, cold and raining in the dark alley off the corner of "L" Street and 5th, secluded from the rest of humanity. A jolt of pain struck me and suddenly I was 9 again.
The first thing I saw was packing boxes. But why this? And then I realised that I was reminding myself of the first time we moved, the first time I began to feel what home sickness truly was. It was the day we moved from New York to Chicago, the day I lost my confidence in myself and my 9th birthday. Mom and Dad were loading the last of the furniture onto the moving truck, actually enjoying what they were doing. My older brother Ricky was helping Max, our little brother, move all of his stuff into a pile by the truck ready to be strategically placed onto the truck. And I was sitting on the wall in front of our beloved house, preparing myself for the emotional road trip that was about to come. I found myself wishing and hoping that it would have gone better or at least happier but it didn't and it was partly my fault. I was looking in on myself and one of the most life changing experiences in my life. I watched myself get into the truck. My father started the engine and they set off, down the drive heading to the highway. My eyes filled up with tears, I collapsed and somehow I was in the alley again.
I didn't mind being in the alley. It was quiet, except for the occasional rush of cars going by. I liked the quiet, it soothed me. I was cold though. The rain was lashing down stinging as it hit my face and my open wounds. Bang! Something crashed, something big. I flinched, I moved. More pain. Darkness.
Another flashback but this time it was my 13th birthday. I must admit that it was one of the better days of my life. I was sure that it would be the last year of moving. Now in Alabama it would be the first day of happiness in a new house, or so I thought. An ice cream cake entered the room with my mother behind it. My Dad usually brought in the cake but he was in Afghanistan so I had do make do. I watched myself put on a brave face for Max, he was eight after all and he was still figuring things out. So not to delay things much further I blew out the candles and made a wish. As the smoke rose the phone rang. Was it my Dad? It was what I had wished for those moments prior. My Mom answered it, it wasn't my Dad but it was about him. She collapsed to the ground crying. Ricky ushered me to take Max upstairs. I told him to play with his toys in his room then I watched as the thirteen year old me ran into the room and slammed the door behind her.
I was back in the alley and I could hear a commotion around the corner. Help! Help? I thought I was speaking but no one was rushing to my side. I must have yelled it in my head. I opened my mouth trying to speak, but I choked on the sickening, metallic taste of my blood. I coughed and in that instant I drifted into a flashback.
I was 17 now. It was four months before I was lying in the alley. We were living in Washington D. C., and I had actually made a friend. His name was Clarke. We had all of our classes together, we lived on the same street and I was starting to fall for him. A blizzard started near the end of art class and I watched myself get more and more excited about it. Time flew by, and before anyone knew it the bell had rung. As soon as it rang the mood in the classroom changed. Everyone was so eager to get out of the school and into the snow. I saw my Mom outside, she was waiting for me. This was surprising, as she never used to come and pick me up. So I looked in on myself saying goodbye to Clarke and run to the car.
As we were driving the blizzard had got worse. We got stuck behind a massive transport truck. The transport truck in front of us jolted forward and broke quickly. Watching from the backseat, I saw my Mom and myself start to panic as a huge ice sheet dislodged from the truck. My Mom acted quickly and turned the car so the passenger side was away from the truck and the most danger, but that held a terrible consequence. The sheet of ice struck the car and crushed my Mom.
As I awoke in the alley again, tears were burning my eyes. I slipped in and out of consciousness and determined that everybody had left from the site of the accident. But something wasn't right. I could just make out the sound of footsteps coming towards me. The person muttered something to me but all I could make out was how much he sounded like Clarke. As he got closer I realised that it was Clarke and by a stroke of luck he had found me. Then everything had gone quiet. I could feel his breath on my face.
"Ollie? Ollie!" he said.
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