Authors Note: . If you see any issues with my writing I would very much appreciate it if you could tell me. I haven't written a fanfic in years and I'm a little rusty on my writing. The next chapter is already in progress and if all goes well it should be up in the next few days. This fanfic is going to be an OC gets reborn story because I love them and find this kind of story lacking on the Winx fanfiction page. Therefore this is my contribution and I hope you enjoy the story and that you stick around for the ride.
The night I died was a night that I have tried to keep out of my memory for a very long time mostly because thinking about it causes my stomach to drop and the eerie panic of life half lived hits me hard. I panic because I am so very afraid that this new life I am living is all some stupid and elaborate hoax that has been set upon my spirit. Sometimes I wonder if I truly am in hell and this is my eternal torment, it surely feels that way sometimes. Though my memories from that night are sketchy in the least, every now and then I get a flashback that hits me so hard that I am forced to sit and wait for my body to realize that I'm safe now and nothing can hurt me.
I remember the night's air being so very cold. There was snow falling in thick layers with no chance of letting up anytime soon. The sky was murky grey in color, not that you could see much of it anyways. The snow fell heavily into my eyes. My nose and cheeks had gone numb almost instantly as I strode out of my best friend Veronica's house. It was New Years Eve and we had been celebrating all night. We were finally twenty-one and could freely drink without the fear of getting caught and punished, it was a truly freeing experience. I'll admit that I had had a few drinks that night and I probably should not have driven home like that but it's much too late for that now.
Waving goodbye to Veronica, I had gotten into my dad's old green Dodge Neon. It started up with a loud pop and the engine hesitated for a minute before coming to life fully with the occasional loud puting that I was accustomed to in a car that was nearly the same age as me. The heater in the car buzzed on loudly filling the car with a symphony that matched the music of the engine. I backed out of Veronica's driveway and sped off onto the highway to begin the hours drive home. I remember not being able to see much of the road besides what was twelve inches in front of me. The Neon fought with me every couple feet of the roadway. It slid left and then right, refusing to move in any direction that was in the least bit helpful. My hands gripped onto the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles were white from the lack of blood. My right foot had driven the gas pedal into the floor with no luck in moving the car. The back tires spin madly which only served to get the darn car stuck even more. The service engine light lit up the dashboard like it was christmas. The engine block screamed at me over the sound of the heater and all the dials on the dashboard spazzed out, it was just my luck that the heater whirred dangerously in the car before it all of a sudden stopped working.
Feeling the cold that was beginning to puncture through the car, I persisted in trying to continue driving while ignoring the check engine light and the screaming sounds of the car. I was going along a narrow straight overpass when it finally happened.
Lights. Bright blinding lights penetrated my vision. I couldn't even see the snow anymore. The numbing of my hands and body was shocked away and replaced by the unsettling feeling of fear. I didn't even have a couple of seconds before I realized that there was a large semi-truck hurtling towards the Neon. So much happened in so little time that I hadn't even been able to think, 'this is how I'm really going to die.'
The impact didn't hurt much at all. I think I'd have to put the blame on the adrenaline that was pumping through me at the moment. One minute I was in the car and the next minute I'm laying across the road surrounded by a million tiny pieces of glass. I can't feel pain but I know that flying out the front window of a car can do so much damage. I can't even feel my limbs. All I can feel is the overwhelming numbness spreading throughout my body. My eyes are staring straight up at the night sky. I can see the snow now. It falls down fatly onto my face. I blink away the ones that choose to settle into my eyes. I don't know what's happening. I can't really think very clearly. My head is throbbing with pressure. Some kind of liquid trickles into my left eye. I turn my head to the side and I can see that there's a red liquid ebbing into the snow, forming a thin layer of slush. I stare intensely at it for a moment before I realize that it's blood. 'My blood.' I realize, 'I'm bleeding out on the side of the road.'
I can hear a voice. A man's voice is crying out into the night. If I had the strength in that moment to call out then I would have joined him. He was screaming, "Please, somebody help me! Please, somebody call nine-one-one! Please!" Sometimes when I close my eyes at night I can still hear him screaming. It is one of the last things I remember from that night. I never saw the man that was screaming. He sounded close by but I couldn't turn my head very far. Something was wrong with it. My head has begun to feel so much heavier now. The man is screaming. 'I wonder if he's the truck driver that rammed into me.' I think to myself but then I wince because it hurts too much to think. I'm getting feeling back into my body. I'm so very cold now. The snow underneath me has melted and sunk deeply into my clothes. I'm so cold. So very cold.
My eyes get heavy. I can't hear the sound of an ambulance. There's no one else on this road besides me and the screaming man. No help is coming for us, at least not until the sun comes up. I already know that by then it will be too late. I'm so very tired. Letting out a small puff of breath I close my eyes and I let the heaviness of sleep blanket me into oblivion.