Chapter 12: Deja Vu
"Hello? Are you still there?"
Lucy heard the voice again. There was no mistaking it. It was her father's. Her mother had left her and her father when she was only two, and her father had been depressed ever since. Lucy remembered the last time she saw him...
"Remember to put on your seatbelt" said the distingused Dr. Jenson.
"Yes Dad..." said sixteen year old Lucy Jenson, who only moments before, claimed shotgun before anyone could voice a protest.
"Don't worry mr. Jenson, we'll be fine..." said Lucy's best friend, Hannah, who was known for her eagerness when it came to operating heavy machinery.
"Car!" said Hannah's little sister, Jessie... Jenny... or something like that.
"No, you can't ride in my striker Z!" Dr. Jenson scolded softly, "In the control of two teenage girls, this is a screaming metal death trap! Besides, Cleo and her new litter are in the back and you're allergic!"
Lucy's face showed amusement, considering J- Hannah's little sister didn't understand a word that was being said.
Lucy heard the roar of the engine as the car pulled away from the curb. Soon, her father and Hannah's sister where out of view and Lucy took in her surroundings...
It continued like tis for a few minutes... until they reached the intersection of main street and Sunday Avenue. Lucy's thoughts were cut short when she felt the car give a jolt and sweve out of the way of something in the road. Lucy glanced at the windsheild just in time to see the stiker Z collide with an oncoming SUV. a second later, everything went black...
Lucy heard a click in her ear, realizing that her father had hung up. Lucy headed toward the kitchen to turn out the lights when she noticed a piece of cake on the table. Next to it was a note.
Joanna,
If you get hungry, I put a snack out
Jazz.
Lucy looked hopefully towards the piece of Chocolate cake. She hadn't eaten anything but ghost mush for 10 years.
She grabbed a fork and started eating. After the first few bites, she felt something strange spread throughout her whole body. before she passed out, she noticed a bottle sitting on the kitchen counter, almost conceiled behind the toaster.
It read Fenton Laxatives