[wrote this a LONG LONG time ago but thought i would post it]
"Mommy it's raining" a little three year old blond girl named Chloe Sullivan said.
"What?" Moira Sullivan mumbled, she then looked out the window from the blue car she was driving.
What she saw frightened her, metorites were falling down from the sky. She tore her eyes away from the sky and looked at the road in front of her and saw a huge metorite falling right in front of the car. She quickly spun the wheel, narrowly missing the metorite but turning the car to sharply and the car turning upside down.
Chloe slipped out of the window and ran to where her mom was sitting. "Mommie?" she whispered. Her mom didn't reply. "I'm get help if can hear me." She whispered.
She jumped up and began running through the cornfield, to take a shortcut to town. She had been running a couple minutes when she ran into a boy about her age with dark brown hair.
"Hi." She said catching her breath. "Have you seen any adults?"
He shook his head.
She sighed. "My mom needs help."
"Where?" he asked quietly.
"Come with me." She said. She took his hand and led him to her mom, who was passed out in the car.
He let go of her hand and turned the car back upside right. He then turned and smiled to Chloe. She looked at the car, a burst of wind hit Chloe's face, she turned to where the boy was standing but he was gone.
Chloe pulled her mom out of the car and away from the car. She thought about the strange but cute boy. She wondered if there was more weird things that happened around her. She then noticed her mom was bleeding above her right eyebrow. "Mommie, wake up." Chloe begged.
A couple hours later, Moira was at the Smallville Medical Center, laying in a bed. Chloe was sitting over by the window, in a chair looking out at the cornfield. She had been spotted at the side of the road and someone had called an ambulance, they had came and picked up Moira and Chloe. Chloe had called her daddy who had filled out the paperwork over the phone, and promised to be there in a couple hours.
Chloe, Wake Up.Chloe turned to look at her mom, who was still sleeping. She then looked at the doorway which was empty. She listened carefully and the voice spoke again.
Chloe, come on wake
up.
She recognized
the voice but couldn't remember where. The little three year old
walked over to her mom's bed, suddenly exhausted. She laid next to
her mom and fell quickly fell asleep, dreaming of the little dark
haired boy.
Chloe, come back to me.
Chloe
opened her eyes. She was in the same bed that little Chloe had
fallen asleep in but now she was older. And Clark was sitting
next to her, she recognized him as the little boy in her
dream.
"Your awake." Clark said leaning forward and taking her hand. "The doctors said you wouldn't wake up but i knew you would." He had hoped.She smiled, "What happened?"
