Chapter 4 After Math
"I will not be stereotyped like this. I will not - do you hear me in there? I am not the static person you think I am! I am dynamic are you listening to me," the woman yelled into her cell phone as she paced the halls.
The woman's husband and daughter sat in a chair together. The daughter crying a little looking at her father's hand as it lay on his knee. The older woman who had followed them sat with a man dressed in a blue suit and they talked about how weird it had been. The man who had been in the car paced the room while his girlfriend applied lip stick to herself. Beth sat next to Morgan crying.
The woman walked out. Her black hair fell on her dark face as she glared at the room.
"They think I'm making an excuse because they know I'm going to Florida. They think I'm lying about all this because of what other people do. That is sick! How many people died in there," she asked enfuriated.
"Twenty seven," Morgan said.
"Twenty seven," the driver of the car said angrily.
"Two in my car, a man and his four friends in the car ahead of us, the smoking man, a man in the store serving another man, sixteen on the bus and then the driver of the bus. That's twenty-seven people," Morgan said monotonously.
"That's sick," the old woman said.
"I'll say," the woman's husband replied.
"It would have been thirty five if it weren't for her," the woman said.
A long pause took the room.
"We should be thankful," she said taking a seat next to her husband.
The pause that followed was grave. Morgan didn't want that time to think so she came up with something.
"My name's Morgan. This is Beth," she said indicating her friend next to her.
"I'm Aisha Jackson, that's my husband Bryan and my daughter Toni," the dark woman said.
"I'm Diana Douglas," the old woman said.
"I'm Michael Byron Jacobs the third," the man in the suit said.
"I'm Mallory and the dude pacing over there is Chris," the drivers girlfriend said.
Another silence followed.
"I was going to Florida with some friends. We just got out of highschool, I was driving. I stopped in the middle of the road and I had a vision," Morgan started.
"Like, a premonition," Diana asked.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean I didn't even know I was having it but I saw everything. I saw our car exploding, then the others, the bus trying to escape and going through the pumps. I just knew it would happen at six," Morgan started.
"How did you know the time," Aisha asked.
"Was it in your dream," Michael asked.
"No, it wasn't in my dream. I cut myself on a shard of glass earlier today and the blood. the blood left a number six in the water," Morgan said.
Beth looked over at Morgan, somewhat angered and yet at the same time relieved.
"Did the police ask you about that," Aisha's husband Bryan asked.
"Yeah, they said it was like this girl Clear Rivers' case or something like that. I didn't pay much attention," Morgan said.
"Well don't you think it would have been worth fucking while," Chris, the driver of the car, yelled.
"Look it hasn't been the easiest fucking day alright," Morgan yelled back.
Chris glared at her and then shook his head and took a seat next to his girlfriend Mallory, who was intrigued by Morgan's story.
"I lost my two best friends in the accident. They were in the back seat. Veronica and Pete Pines. Pete was," Morgan started.
"Pete was my fiancee," Beth said.
Aisha reached over and touched Beth's knee emphatically.
"I told them to stay in the car. I killed them," Beth sobbed.
Aisha rubbed her knee and looked into her tear filled eyes.
"We are all dead here," Aisha said.
The room looked at her, shocked and angered.
"But, we were given a second chance. We have to take this chance and continue our lives Beth. He would have died either way, but you were given this chance to have a dream and have this life and to live it out Beth. Do it," Aisha said.
Beth looked at her and wiped away the tears. She could understand Aisha's words, as could the rest of the room. They all seemed lightened by her speech, they had survived something that would have killed them.
The door opened and the officer investigating the occurrence stepped out.
"You're all free to go," he said.
They soon got to their feet and started to file out. Beth tugged at Morgan's hand but Morgan stayed and walked over to the officer.
"You're not going to tell us what happened here," she asked.
"There was a car accident. That's all that there is too it, however we do have some questions about your vision," he replied.
He directed her into his office and she entered. It was a small room with a plain black desk and two chairs opposite. A large window opened up to the street outside. A police car drove in, a coroner's truck delivering bodies, it wasn't a sight worth looking at.
The officer took his seat and flashed Morgan a smile. He had short brown hair, white teeth, brown eyes, and he seemed kind.
"Well I'm Officer Harold Chase," he said.
"I'm Morgan Tyler but you probably knew that from the interviews and stuff," she said.
"Yeah," he answered.
She looked at him suspiciously.
"What do you think my visions have to do with all this? You don't think. don't think that I would plan something like this do you," Morgan asked.
"Well," he started.
"My two best friends died in that accident Harold. We were going to Florida to celebrate graduation and now. now they're dead and you have the nerve to ask me if I planned this. That's fucking sick okay, that's more messed up than the accident," Morgan yelled.
"No, you misunderstood," he began again.
"No I get you perfectly. You pretended to be nice but you think I'm a fucking psycho to go around like this and get people to avoid death but I already planned it. Do you think I'm a terrorist? I don't understand how you can fucking ask me this," she yelled angered.
"You're in danger," he stated.
Morgan stopped her tyrade and looked at him. His eyes didn't seem to be joking, he looked at her forwardly.
"The same thing happened to people before. Clear Rivers was the only survivor but even she died when an explosion in a hospital killed her and others," he said.
"I don't see what you're getting at," Morgan said.
"Well you see," he began.
"No, I don't have time to sit here and listen more about that Clear River's girl. That's an urban legend they were all going to die anyway and they went out of their way to get themselves killed too. Walking backwards into the street, driving to find some pregnant chick, they were fucking assholes and they deserved to die. But this isn't like that, that's a legend. They were all killed by natural causes," Morgan said.
"A woman was decapitated in an elevator shaft! A boy was crushed by a pane of glass! Those aren't normal circumstances," he yelled.
"Look, I don't have time to sit here and listen to this. Beth is waiting in the lobby and we're going to catch a cab home. You're an officer of the law, you're not supposed to go around scaring people," Morgan said.
Morgan got to her feet and swung open the door. The officer had walked over by then and grabbed her soldier.
"Don't touch me," Morgan screamed.
Morgan bolted through the waiting room and into the hallway. The last words she heard before the elevator doors shut were 'be careful', and it made her think of her mother.
"I will not be stereotyped like this. I will not - do you hear me in there? I am not the static person you think I am! I am dynamic are you listening to me," the woman yelled into her cell phone as she paced the halls.
The woman's husband and daughter sat in a chair together. The daughter crying a little looking at her father's hand as it lay on his knee. The older woman who had followed them sat with a man dressed in a blue suit and they talked about how weird it had been. The man who had been in the car paced the room while his girlfriend applied lip stick to herself. Beth sat next to Morgan crying.
The woman walked out. Her black hair fell on her dark face as she glared at the room.
"They think I'm making an excuse because they know I'm going to Florida. They think I'm lying about all this because of what other people do. That is sick! How many people died in there," she asked enfuriated.
"Twenty seven," Morgan said.
"Twenty seven," the driver of the car said angrily.
"Two in my car, a man and his four friends in the car ahead of us, the smoking man, a man in the store serving another man, sixteen on the bus and then the driver of the bus. That's twenty-seven people," Morgan said monotonously.
"That's sick," the old woman said.
"I'll say," the woman's husband replied.
"It would have been thirty five if it weren't for her," the woman said.
A long pause took the room.
"We should be thankful," she said taking a seat next to her husband.
The pause that followed was grave. Morgan didn't want that time to think so she came up with something.
"My name's Morgan. This is Beth," she said indicating her friend next to her.
"I'm Aisha Jackson, that's my husband Bryan and my daughter Toni," the dark woman said.
"I'm Diana Douglas," the old woman said.
"I'm Michael Byron Jacobs the third," the man in the suit said.
"I'm Mallory and the dude pacing over there is Chris," the drivers girlfriend said.
Another silence followed.
"I was going to Florida with some friends. We just got out of highschool, I was driving. I stopped in the middle of the road and I had a vision," Morgan started.
"Like, a premonition," Diana asked.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean I didn't even know I was having it but I saw everything. I saw our car exploding, then the others, the bus trying to escape and going through the pumps. I just knew it would happen at six," Morgan started.
"How did you know the time," Aisha asked.
"Was it in your dream," Michael asked.
"No, it wasn't in my dream. I cut myself on a shard of glass earlier today and the blood. the blood left a number six in the water," Morgan said.
Beth looked over at Morgan, somewhat angered and yet at the same time relieved.
"Did the police ask you about that," Aisha's husband Bryan asked.
"Yeah, they said it was like this girl Clear Rivers' case or something like that. I didn't pay much attention," Morgan said.
"Well don't you think it would have been worth fucking while," Chris, the driver of the car, yelled.
"Look it hasn't been the easiest fucking day alright," Morgan yelled back.
Chris glared at her and then shook his head and took a seat next to his girlfriend Mallory, who was intrigued by Morgan's story.
"I lost my two best friends in the accident. They were in the back seat. Veronica and Pete Pines. Pete was," Morgan started.
"Pete was my fiancee," Beth said.
Aisha reached over and touched Beth's knee emphatically.
"I told them to stay in the car. I killed them," Beth sobbed.
Aisha rubbed her knee and looked into her tear filled eyes.
"We are all dead here," Aisha said.
The room looked at her, shocked and angered.
"But, we were given a second chance. We have to take this chance and continue our lives Beth. He would have died either way, but you were given this chance to have a dream and have this life and to live it out Beth. Do it," Aisha said.
Beth looked at her and wiped away the tears. She could understand Aisha's words, as could the rest of the room. They all seemed lightened by her speech, they had survived something that would have killed them.
The door opened and the officer investigating the occurrence stepped out.
"You're all free to go," he said.
They soon got to their feet and started to file out. Beth tugged at Morgan's hand but Morgan stayed and walked over to the officer.
"You're not going to tell us what happened here," she asked.
"There was a car accident. That's all that there is too it, however we do have some questions about your vision," he replied.
He directed her into his office and she entered. It was a small room with a plain black desk and two chairs opposite. A large window opened up to the street outside. A police car drove in, a coroner's truck delivering bodies, it wasn't a sight worth looking at.
The officer took his seat and flashed Morgan a smile. He had short brown hair, white teeth, brown eyes, and he seemed kind.
"Well I'm Officer Harold Chase," he said.
"I'm Morgan Tyler but you probably knew that from the interviews and stuff," she said.
"Yeah," he answered.
She looked at him suspiciously.
"What do you think my visions have to do with all this? You don't think. don't think that I would plan something like this do you," Morgan asked.
"Well," he started.
"My two best friends died in that accident Harold. We were going to Florida to celebrate graduation and now. now they're dead and you have the nerve to ask me if I planned this. That's fucking sick okay, that's more messed up than the accident," Morgan yelled.
"No, you misunderstood," he began again.
"No I get you perfectly. You pretended to be nice but you think I'm a fucking psycho to go around like this and get people to avoid death but I already planned it. Do you think I'm a terrorist? I don't understand how you can fucking ask me this," she yelled angered.
"You're in danger," he stated.
Morgan stopped her tyrade and looked at him. His eyes didn't seem to be joking, he looked at her forwardly.
"The same thing happened to people before. Clear Rivers was the only survivor but even she died when an explosion in a hospital killed her and others," he said.
"I don't see what you're getting at," Morgan said.
"Well you see," he began.
"No, I don't have time to sit here and listen more about that Clear River's girl. That's an urban legend they were all going to die anyway and they went out of their way to get themselves killed too. Walking backwards into the street, driving to find some pregnant chick, they were fucking assholes and they deserved to die. But this isn't like that, that's a legend. They were all killed by natural causes," Morgan said.
"A woman was decapitated in an elevator shaft! A boy was crushed by a pane of glass! Those aren't normal circumstances," he yelled.
"Look, I don't have time to sit here and listen to this. Beth is waiting in the lobby and we're going to catch a cab home. You're an officer of the law, you're not supposed to go around scaring people," Morgan said.
Morgan got to her feet and swung open the door. The officer had walked over by then and grabbed her soldier.
"Don't touch me," Morgan screamed.
Morgan bolted through the waiting room and into the hallway. The last words she heard before the elevator doors shut were 'be careful', and it made her think of her mother.