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You know that feeling, where you could have sworn something bad had happened to you? But then out of nowhere two arms shield you, protecting you from any harm that may come, and in the end everyone lives happily ever after? This story had somewhat a different ending. Indeed the young girl had been shielded from harms way, but the fact is this wasn't a happily ever after. Or at least not the one she had in mind.

Mitchie's brown eyes fluttered open, she could feel a thick substance running down her forehead. Struggling to snap the buckle and free herself she shifted around in her seat. Finally unbuckling the strap she fell to the floor of the truck where the front windshield had been shattered into what seemed like tiny puzzle pieces lying in the middle of nowhere.

Climbing out as best she could, she felt the sharp piece of glass that punctured her leg just below the knee. Wincing in pain she could feel it digging in deeper and deeper. She didn't exactly know whether it was best to pull it out or merely leave it in. Deciding that maybe she'd lose more blood my taking it out she continued on. Breathing heavily she crawled across the concrete to find the eighteen wheeler, now on fire, a few yards away from the car with the driver laying flat blood smothered across his face. Desperately trying to look away her gaze was constantly caste back to the strange man who had come out of nowhere. That could have been her, laying there hopelessly without a last trying breath. More yet it could of been her...dad. As if the realization had finally hit her it all came pouring down in what felt like heavy metal sheets on her now very weak shoulders.

"Dad!" Mitchie cried wiping blood from her own face every now and then. She searched the sight as best she could, but his body was nowhere to be found. Not a single breathing soul around her. Frantically looking every direction she opened her mouth but no words came out. Pressing harder she pushed even more, surely the impact had not made her lose her voice.

"Dad!" The young, teary-eyed, girl let out a long depressing cry once more before attempting before to rise from her knees. Wiping the soft tears that trickled down her flustered cheeks she fell once more with a loud thump. Her face against the ground she hesitantly looked up to see a body laying about 20 feet or so from where she now was. It obviously had to be him, which was a thought not even worth the mental stress it would cause forever more. The fire seemed to grow larger and burn a brighter red with each trying step she took to find what was once a loving father.

A frustrated grunt escaped from her now chap lips. She wanted to give up and just cry right then and there, but she knew full well that at this very moment in time it was not appropriate nor acceptable. Taking in one last breath she began crawling once more. For a split second the ground seemed to shake beneath her stopping her dead in her tracks. One painful look back was all it took before the scene unraveled to unleash a mortifying explosion of bright red and orange sparks in every direction imaginable. Heavy black smoke filtered the air as if you were standing in the middle of a bomb that had been set off.

Falling to the ground she covered the top of her head with her hands and shut her eyes tight, trying to shield her head from any glass or metal that more than likely would come hurdling from the truck. She remained pressed against the ground for what seemed as long as she could bare. She could hear the chunks of metal hitting the pavement around her fragile body, and before long the air had come from treacherous to amazingly still. But still the thought lingered in her mind that had she get up, she'd find an array of unpleasant surprises. Mustering up as much courage she had she stumbled up and took a quick glance around before proceeding on her desperate crawl towards her dad.

It seemed as though every time she thought she was close enough to see his face the road stretched longer. Making her journey to him longer as well.

Wiping a few tears from her eyes she picked him up and help him in her arms. As soon as her hand made contact with his back it had been instantly soaked in a deep red. Holding his body close to her own she felt a sharp pain run through her hand. Lifting his head she found a piece of glass from the windshield driven into the back of his neck. Letting out another cry she knew all hope had vanished into the thin air above her.

She was in shock. Stunned. Wrapped in silence. All she could hear was her own steady heartbeat. She lay her head against is chest then attempted to push words out of her mouth as loud as her voice would allow, "Dad!"

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Shane shot up from bed, beads of sweat slowly making there way down his forehead. Rain gently hit the side of the window as he looked down to see Caitlyn kneeling by the side of the bed. Her head lay gently over the covers as if she had been there the whole time.

Pondering whether or not he should wake the poor girl he slowly climbed out of the bed. Careful not to make any noise or hurt his leg and stomach. Something felt... odd. The eerie feeling that presented itself so suddenly seemed to wrap around him. Pushing him further and further towards the door.

Following this invisible current, you might call it, he heard an unpleasant crying before him. Slowly coming to a stop in the next room he found Connie Torres on the floor in front of the T.v.

Frozen with shock he watched her body slowly shake as she pounded the floor as if she had been paralyzed.

"Connie!" Forcing himself to move faster he knelt by her side and tried to comfort her. She had been muttering something in Spanish. Maybe like a prayer perhaps?

Grabbing the remote he pressed rewind and then of course play.

"It seems as though the three people involved in this wreck were a daughter and father believed to be Michelle and David Torres. Evidence also states one fatality of whoms identity we do not know. But the question I think we're all dying to know is where are the daughter and father? It seems as though they did not stick around the scene of the crime. Stay tuned for more information coming your way. Back to you Bill."

"Thank you Lucy, it seems that we have quite a few thunderstorms rolling in, possibly high flooding for the following areas-"

Shutting off the T.v Shane could feel the heat inside of him. Possibly mixed emotions, whatever it was had now reached it's spilling point.

Carrying Connie to the bed Shane slipped on his shoes and forcefully made his way out the door. He didn't exactly have a car of his own, which would have been a problem had someone not left the keys inside their Ford Truck just outside the kitchen. Now don't get me wrong. Shane had never, in his entire life, been big on stealing. Especially vehicles. But this was a desperate time, and as they saying goes: desperate times call for desperate measures. And he certainly was not going to walk with his knee in the condition it had been in.

Casually making his way to the car he opened the door and climbed in. He then looked around for sight of anyone possibly shouting 'Hey that's my car!'

Slowly backing out he managed to get onto the main road without any suspicious glares. If he remembered correctly, he had to swing left after about twenty minutes. With his knee in the shape it was in at the moment, it should've taken him about thirty. Knowing full well that he certainly didn't have time to wait that long he sped up, using his left foot to drive instead.

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The soft tears that had escaped from her brown eyes, rolled down her flustered cheeks. With a few broken bones and extreme chest pain, she carried her dad down the side of the road. Stopping to wipe a tear, or stray blood from her own face every once in awhile. Every moment cherished in her life, had just been a mere set up for a true nightmare.

Letting out a long sob Mitchie fell to the ground as lightning cackled over head. Laying her own fathers cold body next to her she pulled her weak knees up to her pounding chest and tried her best not to totally break down.

"I'm sorry dad... I...I didn't mean to." Mitchie whispered as tears slowly escaping her eyes. "It's my fault... All of it." Looking to her dad she lay a hand on his chest and pulled herself closer to him. "I need you... Dad, please don't leave me here. I can't do this without you..." Laying her head on his chest she could no longer here even the slightest of a faint heartbeat.

Rain began lightly coming down but was noticeably getting heavier by the minute. "Please!" Mitchie shouted as loud as her voice would carry, gripping his shirt with her fists before breaking down in heavy tears.

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Shane pressed the gas petal even harder, as if he wasn't already going as fast as he could possibly go. The rain did not help the situation as it got more difficult to see out the windows by the second. Passing by he thought he saw... a person maybe?

slowing to a stop he quickly put the car in reverse, then climbing out he saw the young girl draped over the body that didn't seem to be moving.

"Mitchie."

Instantly she looked up, her eyes red from crying. "Shane." she managed to whisper before looking back down at her dad.

Running to her side he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer. Patting her back he felt a thick substance that felt honestly gross. Picking up his hand he took a glance and saw that it was not only a deep red, but spread out all over her back.

"Mitchie, we need to get some help, now." Helping her up he led her to the car.

"My-"

"I'll get him don't worry just get in." Shane hesitantly picked up her dad and carried him to the backseat. Getting in the car himself he was soaked head to toe.

Turning the keys a loud rumbling sound was only heard.

"What's going on..." Mitchie looked at Shane frantically and then to the back seat.

Shane tried starting it once more, but it refused. Pounding the dashboard with his fist he threw the keys down to the floor. "We're going to have to walk."

Mitchie was about to disagree with this statement but she knew that it really was what they would have to do. Climbing out she grabbed her dad from the backseat and began walking. Shutting his door Shane ran to catch up. It was awkwardly silent for quite some time. The rain puring down in heavy sheets.

Letting out a scream Mitchie winced in pain.

"Mitchie!" Ushering to her side she stepped away.

"I'm fine." Mitchie responded with harshness in her voice.

"Look... Your going to have to put him down. Come back for him later even."

Giving Shane a horrified look Mitchie simply refused.

"Mitchie... he's dead."

"No!" Mitchie screamed tears welling up in her eyes once more. "...No."

"Mitchie please."

Sitting down she held him close to her in her lap. "I love you dad... Please don't leave me alone here." Mitchie whispered pulling him in closer.

Shane sighed and took a seat next to her, "Mitchie... We have to get you some help."

Looking down she nodded and continued to hold her dad close to her. Kissing his cheek she lay him down, "I'll come back for you dad. I promise."

Helping her up he took her hand and they began walking once more. "Don't look back." Shane advised and Mitchie just wasn't any use anyways, the rain was now pouring down she wouldn't be able to see him within a few yards away.

Time drug on slowly, painful for the both of them. Every so often they would stop and rest and then keep on walking.

"Shane..." Mitchie whispered before clutching her neck and falling rto the ground.

Shane frantically looked every which way before pulling her on his back.

"I'm fine... Put me down your hurt." Struggling to get off he gripped her tighter.

"Rest, You need it more than I do."

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Finally Shane could see town lights, the big signs. Especially the one for the hospital. Mitchie would often wince from the pain that was now running through her whole body.

Busting through the main doors the room fell quiet instantly. Everybody turned to look at the two. "I need help." With those three words people had already cleared the way for the doctors to bring out the stretchers and take her to the emergency room.

"Shane," Mitchie gripped his hand refusing to let go. "Don't leave."

Looking her dead in the eyes he put both hands in hers, "I'm not going anywhere."

Letting go they hurriedly rushed her to the next room.

Shane looked around the room, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Sir, are you ok?" One of the young nurses looked to him cautiously and when no response came the nurse rushed to his aid just as he was falling to the floor.

"I need help!" She cried desperately as more emergency operators came running through the door.

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"One, Two, Three, Pump!" The head surgeon barked.

"Beep. Beep. Beep."

"Again!"

"Beep...Beep...BeepBeepBeep."

"Again hurry!"

Doctors rushed to each side of the body and prepared to pump one more time.

BeepBeepBeep.......

A/N: Poor.. who ? Lets not say names, after all you never know whos in that emergency room. I guess you'll have to wait until next time to see who exactly has this sad fate. REVIEW ! Pleasr:)