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I broke through the guard rail on the bridge, the sound of metal against metal filling my ears. The car flew off the bridge with me gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles went white. My mouth opened for a scream but nothing came out. The car and I went different ways - I went up and it went down. I had forgotten my seatbelt and was now hurtling towards the water where the jagged rocks stuck out like shark's teeth - waiting to devour me. My arms and legs flailed about as I flew through the air. Down, down, down, I went - air rushing past my ears as I fell. My life flashed before my eyes - acting, friends, family - everything was a blur.
I hit the icy cold water and my body was slammed into the rocks. My head hit against something, and the last thing I remember seeing is a sea fo red.
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Chapter 8 - 3 Days
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Voices. Male and Female. Light. I kept my eyes shut. Pain. All over, but the worst was in my right foot. Beeps. Constant beeping. Feeling. The feeling of an itchy hospital gown and also the feeling of a hand on mine. I hear some sobbing. It sounds like a girl and someone else is trying to calm her down. Maybe a nurse. I open my eyes just enough to see that the girl is Melissa. My throat feels too sore to talk. I look around a but and notice that it was Matt's hand on mine a minute ago. He's sitting next to me - head in his hands. Maybe I was too quick to judge him. He is kinda cute, anyway. Melissa tells him to go home and get some rest, but he just shakes his head.
"No." He says, " I want to be here when she wakes up."
"It's been three days, Matt! And the only sleep you've gotten is the four hours you got when you fell asleep in that chair yesterday!"
"I'll be ok." he says and sighs.
I can just picture Melissa shaking her head at him. I hear the click of the door shutting and know she's gone. Matt smooths back the hair in my face and starts talking to me.
"Tiffany, I know we hit it off wrong, and I think you've got the wrong impression of me. I know the tabloids say I'm a druggie and stuff - but I'm not." He sighed " The media just hears buts and pieces of things that they make into whatever kind of story they want." he paused. "I thought you would've figured that out by now." He said, his thumb running over my hand. Then I felt his warm lips on my forehead, sending a warmth through me that started at my head and touched the tips of my toes.
Maybe I was wrong about Matt. You know, now that I think about it, Matt doesn't act of look like a druggie - no bruises on his arms of anything like that. And I treated him so horribly! I mentally kicked myself. Why did I believe everything they said in the media? Ugh.
I opened my eyes and saw Matt's head laid by my hand. His eyes closed - dreaming maybe. His hand was still holding mine and he squeezed it and held it closer to him. He started to stir. His eyelids fluttered open. I smiled.
"Tiffany! You're awake! You're ok!" He said hugging me.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said, putting my arms around his neck.. "Look." I said, "I'm really sorry I was such a jerk to you. I....I just thought....well....I thought you did drugs and stuff and I didn't .....I'm sorry for the way I acted. It was stupid and childish." I said, staring into his deep blue eyes.
"It's ok." He said with a big sigh "Let's forget about it."
"Ok."
"So, how's your foot?"
"Oh, well, it hurts a little, but I can move it."
"The doctor said there weren't any broken bones, but you're gonna have quite a good bump on your head and your foot is gonna be bruised for awhile."
"Well, that not bad considering I drove off a bridge!" I said with a small laugh.
"Yeah. I was worried you wouldn't wake though. You were in a coma for three days!" He said, a worried look on his face. " I didn't think you were going to make it! I saw you drive off the bridge and called 911. While I was waiting for them to arrive, I drove down by the bank and swam out and got you. You were starting to get blue in the face so I gave you CPR, and you coughed up some water. Just then, the paramedics arrived. They took you away to this hospital where I waited for three long days.." he said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Oh, Matt." I said, stroking his head, "I'm sorry you had to go through that! But I' here now - I'm alive and kicking!" I said jokingly. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
"Well, I'm sure you'll want to talk to Melissa. So I'll go get her..."
"Wait!" I said, grabbing his hand.
"What is it Tiffany?"
"I just wanted to say....thanks. For everything." I pulled him close and kissed him, my hands running through his soft hair. His lips warm and sweet. He broke the kiss and stood.
"We better stop before Melissa sees us." He said, and smiled. He turned and walked out of the room. Then he poked his head back in. "This isn't an SD-6 hospital is it?" He said, and laughed.
"No, I don't think so!" I said and laughed along with him.
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Sea of Red
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I broke through the guard rail on the bridge, the sound of metal against metal filling my ears. The car flew off the bridge with me gripping the steering wheel so tight my knuckles went white. My mouth opened for a scream but nothing came out. The car and I went different ways - I went up and it went down. I had forgotten my seatbelt and was now hurtling towards the water where the jagged rocks stuck out like shark's teeth - waiting to devour me. My arms and legs flailed about as I flew through the air. Down, down, down, I went - air rushing past my ears as I fell. My life flashed before my eyes - acting, friends, family - everything was a blur.
I hit the icy cold water and my body was slammed into the rocks. My head hit against something, and the last thing I remember seeing is a sea fo red.
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Chapter 8 - 3 Days
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Voices. Male and Female. Light. I kept my eyes shut. Pain. All over, but the worst was in my right foot. Beeps. Constant beeping. Feeling. The feeling of an itchy hospital gown and also the feeling of a hand on mine. I hear some sobbing. It sounds like a girl and someone else is trying to calm her down. Maybe a nurse. I open my eyes just enough to see that the girl is Melissa. My throat feels too sore to talk. I look around a but and notice that it was Matt's hand on mine a minute ago. He's sitting next to me - head in his hands. Maybe I was too quick to judge him. He is kinda cute, anyway. Melissa tells him to go home and get some rest, but he just shakes his head.
"No." He says, " I want to be here when she wakes up."
"It's been three days, Matt! And the only sleep you've gotten is the four hours you got when you fell asleep in that chair yesterday!"
"I'll be ok." he says and sighs.
I can just picture Melissa shaking her head at him. I hear the click of the door shutting and know she's gone. Matt smooths back the hair in my face and starts talking to me.
"Tiffany, I know we hit it off wrong, and I think you've got the wrong impression of me. I know the tabloids say I'm a druggie and stuff - but I'm not." He sighed " The media just hears buts and pieces of things that they make into whatever kind of story they want." he paused. "I thought you would've figured that out by now." He said, his thumb running over my hand. Then I felt his warm lips on my forehead, sending a warmth through me that started at my head and touched the tips of my toes.
Maybe I was wrong about Matt. You know, now that I think about it, Matt doesn't act of look like a druggie - no bruises on his arms of anything like that. And I treated him so horribly! I mentally kicked myself. Why did I believe everything they said in the media? Ugh.
I opened my eyes and saw Matt's head laid by my hand. His eyes closed - dreaming maybe. His hand was still holding mine and he squeezed it and held it closer to him. He started to stir. His eyelids fluttered open. I smiled.
"Tiffany! You're awake! You're ok!" He said hugging me.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I said, putting my arms around his neck.. "Look." I said, "I'm really sorry I was such a jerk to you. I....I just thought....well....I thought you did drugs and stuff and I didn't .....I'm sorry for the way I acted. It was stupid and childish." I said, staring into his deep blue eyes.
"It's ok." He said with a big sigh "Let's forget about it."
"Ok."
"So, how's your foot?"
"Oh, well, it hurts a little, but I can move it."
"The doctor said there weren't any broken bones, but you're gonna have quite a good bump on your head and your foot is gonna be bruised for awhile."
"Well, that not bad considering I drove off a bridge!" I said with a small laugh.
"Yeah. I was worried you wouldn't wake though. You were in a coma for three days!" He said, a worried look on his face. " I didn't think you were going to make it! I saw you drive off the bridge and called 911. While I was waiting for them to arrive, I drove down by the bank and swam out and got you. You were starting to get blue in the face so I gave you CPR, and you coughed up some water. Just then, the paramedics arrived. They took you away to this hospital where I waited for three long days.." he said, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Oh, Matt." I said, stroking his head, "I'm sorry you had to go through that! But I' here now - I'm alive and kicking!" I said jokingly. He smiled and kissed me on the cheek.
"Well, I'm sure you'll want to talk to Melissa. So I'll go get her..."
"Wait!" I said, grabbing his hand.
"What is it Tiffany?"
"I just wanted to say....thanks. For everything." I pulled him close and kissed him, my hands running through his soft hair. His lips warm and sweet. He broke the kiss and stood.
"We better stop before Melissa sees us." He said, and smiled. He turned and walked out of the room. Then he poked his head back in. "This isn't an SD-6 hospital is it?" He said, and laughed.
"No, I don't think so!" I said and laughed along with him.
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