Chapter 3: Vision
A/N: I changed the POV to first-person for this chapter because it just seemed easier. I'll probably be switching between first and third every so often if it makes the certain chapter flow better. Hope that's okay.
I couldn't even come to my senses fast enough before I was swarmed with people, each one shouting a different offer or question at me. Multiple people grabbed my arms and pushed me up, no matter how hard I struggled.
"Are you okay?" One person shouted, "Do you have any broken bones?!" Another person demanded. I looked around strangely, unaware of what exactly had happened. Voices came from every which way, although one in particular stuck out.
"Remea! Reme-hey, watch out! What?! I'm her friend! No! Watch out!" Olette shoved her way through the crowd and made her way to me, embracing me the moment she got to me.
"Uh, hey." I said casually, returning the hug. She stepped back in shock and looked me up and down.
"Hey?! Heyyy?! You get rammed by a Ford and all you say is heyyyy?!" She scolded. My eyes widened. Hit by a car?
"Is that what happened?" I asked. Olette grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me lightly.
"Yes! You were standing there like a doll in the middle of the street staring off into space and the car just-just-" She let go and emphasized a ramming effect with her hands, then looked back at me. I stared at her in shock.
"Oh, I didn't feel a thing." I said. Everyone stopped talking and it got creepy quiet. Olette squinted at me.
"Nothing?" She asked.
"Well a little nudge, but everything wen't black and I woke up here." I said, emphasizing to the spot where we stood 60 yards down the street from where the accident took place,"Though I feel fine. Not a single broken bone." I stated. Everyone stared at me in confusion, but it was true.
"And not a single scratch! She must be superhuman!" Someone from the crowd shouted. Multiple people agreed and soon the whole crowd thought I was a superhuman. Shit.
"Cool!" A little boy in the front smiled excitedly and bounced up and down on his feet. His mother looked at him unsurely.
"Okay okay. Leave her alone, she's fine. See? Not a bruise." A familiar voice pushed its way through the people, greeting me in the middle.
"Hayner, Pence." I whispered, more than glad to see them. Hayner gave me a wink and turned to the crowd.
"Okie doke. Lookie here. She's harm-free and most importantly, PTS-free as well. If you don't know what that is well, look it up." A few teenage girls flipped their phones out, but the rest listened on,"Now if you would, leave her alone!" He snapped, and took my hand to lead me out of the crowd (I took Olette's hand, and she took Pence's, creating a chain). As soon as we broke free from the crowd we immediately took of running from the scene to the usual spot. Our only safe-haven.
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Olette got there later than us to pick up a few things. She finally showed up with a small blue cooler in her hands and a grin on her face.
"Oh gee, I wonder what that could be." I said sarcastically. Olette scowled playfully.
"You know exactly what it is. And you know what that means!" She squealed. I looked at Pence and Hayner and nodded.
"Clock tower." Pence said happily. We all agreed.
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It didn't take long to get up to the clock tower, it never did. As soon as we got up to the top and sat down on the edge, Olette reached into the cooler and pulled out four baby-blue popsicles and handed one to each of us.
"Mm. Sea-salt ice cream." Pence cooed. We each chuckled and started to eat ours.
"Seemed suiting to have a treat after something as traumatizing as what happened back there." Olette pointed out. I agreed
"Oh yeah, so what exactly did happen. I mean, the details. I already know about the basics." Pence mumbled the last part unsurely. Olette explained every detail to him(like he asked) from the cream fiasco to my daydreaming in the center of the street.
"Speaking of, what were you staring at back there?" Olette asked me, and the boys turned to look at me as well. My face flushed pale.
"The man. At the edge of the parking lot? He was staring at me, really creepily. He was just standing there and-" I looked over at the other three. Pence and Hayner looked confused, which made sense because they weren't there until later. What got me was how Olette looked foggy as well.
"Huh? There wasn't a man in the parking lot staring at you, Remmi." Olette said, which made me nervous. She only ever called me Remmi when she was either trying to comfort me or she was concerned for my sanity, and I was pretty confident that I didn't beed comforting.
"Yeah! He was tall and cloaked and he was just standing there!" When no one believed me I threw in an 'I swear!' but that didn't help either,"You probably just couldn't see because the window was too low." I mumbled, and began to lick my, now-melting, sea-salt ice cream.
An awkward silence was held for a few moments before I finally got up with a bare popsicle stick. Olette looked up at me.
"Where are you going?" She asked. I glared at her.
"Why would you care? You wouldn't believe me anyways." She stood up and flared right back at me.
"That's what this is about? All because I didn't believe you about the man in the parking lot?" Olette's voice raised, and she was obviously upset about my odd reasoning.
"Listen, I know he was there! I saw him! He was tall with a long black cloak and a black hood over his head. He was wearing black gloves and black boots. I swear he was there!" I complained.
"You know who that was? Death! Deciding wether you should die or not! Luckily he decided you should live and here you are, case closed. Though now you're really being an ass I kind of wish he chose otherwise!" She yelled forcefully, and I took a step back, forgetting where we were. My feet skidded on the ledge a few times before toppling outwards and into the air. I was falling towards the earth. I was going to die.