I hear screaming, a sudden snapping sound then pain, all I can feel is pain across my back.
Blood, so much of it. Is all of that mine? What did I do to deserve this? What would make this happen to me?
I can't move, so much pain, my breathing comes in harsh pants as I try to crawl away. What... What am I crawling from?
Then, a flash of light just before my vision fades, a figure...
With a jolt, I jerk upright in my bed, heart pounding in my chest while I look around my room frantically. Just a dream... Just another dream of the accident. With a low sigh, I lay back and close my eyes again. Two years, the Doctor said, two years ago to this day, and still I cannot remember what happened to me. Why? The scars across my body tell me I was in a terrible accident, they speak of being cut and wounded. But why can't I remember anything besides what that dream tells me? Squeezing my eyes tighter, I try to force the memory forward, try to see it, try to feel and live it again only to have a headache answer me instead.
A soft knock at my door startled me from my thoughts and forcing me to sit up again with a low cough. With a wry smile on my face, I watched as Jinx peered around the edge of the door, her eyes wide with curiosity. "Hey, your up! Great, come on, we have things to do today. First off, visiting the doctor!" She announced cheerfully, fully stepping into the room and beginning to fiddle around in my dresser for clothes. I hated it that she laid out what I wore, but I let her anyway. She blamed herself for my accident, I can hear her quietly crying in her room at night now and again whenever I have a particularly hard day.
Getting out of bed, I silently pull the clothes on that she hands me. Not that there are many choices. Jeans and a black cami, covered by a shirt that happened to be on the top. A majority of those shirts were black with random designs on them. My favorite being the one she handed over to me now. Tight-fitting with small skulls in a pattern that made the illusion of ribs on the front. I don't even know why it's my favorite really, I think the small splashes of color amuse me for the most part, considering I spend most of the day looking down at them whenever I wear it. Jinx finds it more entertaining to watch me when I wear it, she swears constantly that one day I'll end up walking into someone with a short temper and end up getting my lights punched out for it.
Once finished, I reached under my bed and pulled the ragged pair of converse out from under it. I've had them for years now, nearly two... The day of the accident in fact... The sound of air being sliced then the flash of pain that sent my head reeling in pain. Shaking my head sharply, I lace them up then stand from my bed once more, flashing Jinx a wide smile, noticing how she watched me. I knew she noticed the lapse, and no doubt she would be mentioning that to the doctor today as well. Whenever something like this happened she did. He claimed it was for my mental health, but in truth, I think he just liked to know what my life is. Every single day, not that I did much anyway. My work took place at a computer, in the living room. My schooling was done, and the only person I needed in my life was Jinx. Why on earth should I go out more? Why should I try to make an effort to make friends? I didn't need them.
"Now! All ready to go, come on. I have the car running already to get it warmed up." Jinx chirped happily, already tugging on my hand to get me moving through the house and to the front door. With a low sigh, I resigned myself to a very, very long day.