I've always loved driving down the back streets at night. The crisp air blowing through my hair made every little problem fade away. It didn't matter where i was going or what was behind me. the streets were dark the only light was the glow of the moon and my high beams. I always wondered what my mother had been thinking before she died. I think about her much more than before i got my license. i missed her a lot.
I was brought back to the present when I heard tire squeals. Blinding lights were coming quickly towards me. There was no way I could get out of the way. I blinked and saw white. My vision slowly became clearer as i blinked franticly. I looked down to see red covering every inch of my body. I felt drips fall from my face and hair. I was so confused Why was there red? I felt my stomach cringed one last time before I felt completely numb. There was a voice coming from behind me but I was too tired to focus any longer.
My eyes drifted shut and I I felt my body limp as someone yelled "Alice!" but it was far away now and unimportant. That was the last voice I heard before my mind went black. I felt like I was falling feet first into nothing as air rushed passed me. Finally the world had stopped spinning and all I felt now was cold wash up and down my body. I opened my eyes and found myself lying on a beach. My eyes burned from the bright moonlight that lit the sky above me. The water rush up and down me as I slowly sat up. The sand was colder now than it had felt before. I looked down at the water to see more red. It danced along the sand as it washed back down my legs. The water rushed up to me but didn't retreat like had.
The red of the water made it blurry and hard to make out my fair skin. The water was warmer than the sand and felt good against my cold skin. The color was like something I'd seen before. It wasn't very dark but dark enough to spark the way it did against the light of the full moon. It was almost looked like...blood.
Suddenly the red water was gone and I was surrounded by black. I blinked only to see more nothingness in the distance. I was sitting still for a short period before I was spinning again. I was twirling and twirling in place. i felt my head fall to the ground as I collapsed into the swirling darkness. My body was still as I began to feel wounds that had been numb before. I was lying on a cold yet soft surface. I was scared of what I was going to open my eyes to. I swallowed loudly and slowly opened my eyes bright lights.
I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding onto. I squinted to see a boy staring at me from the chair next to my bed. His black eyes never left my face as I studied him. His hair hung in blonde curls around is pale face. His teeth were hidden behind thick red lips. He looked like he was my age maybe older but definitely not younger. Then I looked down at myself to see tubes. The tubes led to my arms and hands. My stomach cringed at the thought of the needles that were in my veins. I felt something on my forehead but didn't more my hands to touch it, instead I looked back at the boy.
I heard the door creak open and looked up to see my father. His face was wrinkled up into a worried frown. the dark rings under his eyes made it obvious that he was as worried as he looked. His eyes lit up as soon as he saw my eyes watching him through thick lids. He smiled sadly and quickly walked over to my bedside. He took my hand and put it into his own much larger hand. His skin was warm a soft against my cold skin.
"Welcome back," was all he said. My dad wasn't the type for showing too much emotion at one time. He really didn't need to because I knew what he meant. Welcome back really meant "i love you and never scare me like that again". I could only imagine what he was going through for however long i was out. My mother's death was hard on my father though he didn't say much he's eyes told everything. Loosing me would be the end of his world.
My throat was thick and I wasn't sure whether I could speak. I glance to the left and locked eyes with the perfect looking boy. He seemed to understand why I wasn't speaking even if he couldn't possible know why. I tore my eyes away from his beautiful black eyes and looked up at my father once again. He seems to get what I was asking because he started to speak again. "Um, Alice I'd like you to meet Jasper." He looked over at the boy or "Jasper" and then back at me. "Jasper was the first one at the scene when we got there if he hadn't been there god knows if you'd be here now." I looked over at Jasper who had a small smile on his face now.