Hi my name is Seiko. Here's my first story so you better enjoy it :)
Abby
Tense fingers gripped the steering wheel of the 1992 Jeep Grand Cherokee as the rain began to pound more heavily on the cracked windshield. Sighing slightly in annoyance, Abby glanced briefly at the crack as a small drop of water leaked through and splashed lightly on the dash board. The poor car had been the victim of a childish prank. A small boy had tossed a rock as she breezed by. The incident had happened over a year ago and she had yet to find time to fix it.
Abby was twenty-three-years-old and a junior at Penn State University with the ambition of becoming a veterinarian. That had always been her childhood dream, to help animals. Animals were easier to deal with than humans; they love you no matter what and never judge you, unlike most of the people she knew while growing up.
Another drop leaked through the cracked windshield and ran down the smooth surface disappearing from sight. Seeing the wet trail left behind, she realized that her hands were dry. Keeping an eye on the road, she reached over to the glove compartment. Feeling around the many objects she kept in there, her fingers grazed over the small smooth surface of her lotion bottle. Pulling the lotion out, she twisted off the cap. A few drops fell onto her slacks. Reaching back over to the glove compartment, this time taking her eyes off of the road, she reached for a napkin and shut the small door. When her eyes went back to the road, the last thing she remembered seeing were the large brown eyes of a frightened deer standing only mere feet away from the front of her car.
The sound of muffled voices and footsteps slowly brought Abby to a drowsy awareness. Opening her heavy eyelids, she saw only darkness. She tried to call out for help but no sound came, it was as if her vocal chords had been severed and ripped from her throat. She would never sing again or see the delicate petals of a rose.
Abby tried to sit up, but found the only movement she could control was the pinky on her left hand. Scratching frantically at the silk sheet beneath her, she hoped that someone could hear her.
Hours later, her pinky raw from scratching, she noticed that the muffled voices began to die away. She felt her pinky begin to numb with coldness, it was the only part of her body that she could feel. She strained her ears, trying to detect anything that would lead her to what was happening on the outside. She heard a creaking and scraping, followed by the feeling of being lowered. Time passed. She laid there in silence and couldn't help but dwell on the irony that it had been one of those creatures that she had loved so dearly that led her to her death. And her coffin grew colder.
Fin