This is my first story so it is a bit short. I plan to write a Sarah Jane Adventures story soon so if you liked this then please check that out too. Please review as I would appreciate it a lot. Thank you and enjoy the story.
As I waited at my bus stop, the wind rushed hurriedly through my hair. As if it was running from something. I looked on as my bus pulled up in front of me. Stepping on I followed my usual routine of going to the top deck and sitting down. We turned the corner on Prestwick road and the sun hit my eyes, blinding me for a second. I stared down at the street below as we pulled up at the next stop. When we set off again I felt a chill shoot through my spine. We approached the bridge and I looked down at the train tracks. That was when I saw her. A woman, all dressed in black, stood on the bank. My eyes could not be diverted. They fixated on that spot. As we passed some trees I lost sight of her for a moment. When it came back into view she had disappeared.
I was baffled by what my eyes had seen. I was curious to how someone could vanish, leaving no trace. I chose to ignore the fear building inside me and my journey seemed to carry on as it usually did. After the next stop I decided to go down to the lower deck of the bus and in the only available space, next to the driver. This was when my journey went wrong. Horribly wrong. As we pulled up to the T junction, instead of turning we carried on, ploughing forward, into a field. The driver wrestled with the wheel to try to turn the bus around but it was jammed. As I watched panicking, the driver tried to use the brake but that was jammed also. The bus continued to plough through the field until we clipped a tree stump. This sent us rolling over and over. I clung on for my life but I lost conciseness after a few seconds.
I opened my eyes to carnage. The bus had settled on its side. As I looked around I saw a sea of mangled bodies. I realised I was the only one, on the lower deck at least, still alive. I put my hand on my chest and pulled it away to see a crimson glove dripping down. Looking further down I saw that my leg had a massive gash, a deep red pouring out. Now shaking and limping, I managed to prize the door open to climb out and escape. Stumbling around the side of the bus I came to another horrid realisation. The entire top deck had been crushed flat in the roll. Not one person could have lived through that. I was confused. I was wondering how this could have happened. I had a suspicion. And it was not at all good.
The bus had travelled so far into the fields that I knew I was too tired to make it to any one that might be able to help me. I started to walk anyway. My leg was I so much pain it was hardly bearable. After about a minute, inevitably, it collapsed under my weight. I continued to crawl along the field, desperately dragging my ragged leg along. When I looked up, I saw her again. I reached out, begging for her help, but there was no answer, no reaction. Then I remembered, and my suspicion was confirmed. However I still tried desperately to get help. I knew she had done it. I just knew it. I reached out. I knew that I had to tell someone. At that moment I saw scarlet liquid emanating from me. As it continued to flow, I took one last look at her. It seemed as if she was smiling down at me, as if she was proud. As I slipped away, I sunk into the darkened pool I had created. As I slipped away, my heart lost faith and my restless soul escaped. My life was ebbed away. Gone forever.