The prophecy, Chapter 1
Ariel lay on her bed and wept with sorrow.
She had just returned from the hospital and the wounds and scars were still fresh on her hands and face. It was like the crash had swept away her desire to live.
Her flaming red hair was brown and hard of solidified blood. There was a blind blizzard outside her window and the tangled branches fought in the wind. It was as if nature was trying to show her sympathy by tapping the rhythm of her heartbeat on the window.
She awoke the next morning when delicate snowflakes melted on her cheek. The window lock, which had always been rather loose, had detached itself and flew up in the storm.
When she got up to close the window she saw her reflection the mirror.
She was a mess. Her blue eyes were red and swollen from all the crying and there were small bruises at different places on her face.
She looked at her hands and couldn't remember why there were cuts on them, or why she was still in the same clothes from... last night!
The thought struck her like lightning.
The bright light that appeared from the dark and her desperate attempts to shout for help when she lay paralyzed of fear in the snow.
She shook her head and stepped out of bed.
She walked out to the hallway and smelled freshly baked pancakes. She decided that she wasn't ready to meet anyone today and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
She cried silent tears as the warm water struck her face. She dried up, dressed and walked down the stairs. She almost fainted when she saw the newspaper on the coffee table, the title explained everything:
"Freak car accident, only one survivor!"