sooo saw this coming right? I do apologize for spelling or grammar errors this story is non beta-ed
Juliet jogged along the sidewalk of the street that connected to hers; she was now about 3 minutes away from home. She slowed as she drew closer to the end of the pavement before it was meet a street, a car travel along it and was close to 20 feet away from the intersection.
The car's paint was flat unlike the normal metal automobile paint, though at the same time the paint appeared wet. It had rain last night so Juliet dismissed the thought and her mind register for a moment that the car was a Lincoln not one of the newer ones though so it had to be 5 plus years old.
She couldn't see the driver's face because the sun visor being down, which didn't make much sense seeing as the sun was behind the car. The driver was clearly a man from what she could see of average build. He wore a black suit with an emerald green tie; he raised his right hand off the steering wheel and motioned for to go on, the car having slowed to a crawl now.
She gave a small wave of thanks and continued on. She was over halfway to the other side and was now passing directly in front of the car, it being maybe 15 feet from her. An engine suddenly roared into life and the sound of screeching tires filled the air. Juliet looked to over her shoulder at the car which was now barreling down on her. She jumped back in hopes of avoiding it but it veered back towards her, it caught her midair. She slammed on to the hood of the car with an unforgiving force, then sliding upward her head crashing into the windshield. She heard crack but could be sure if was the glass because with the tremendous pain her head felt it could have been her skull.
For once in her life O'Hara wished that she was less observant as she felt her bones breaking, muscles tearing and the cuts and scrapes her was sustaining. She managed to observe while trying to block out the agonizing pain that the car's paint was wet it seeped into the lacerations stinging horrible. She caught a brief glimpse inside the car, she couldn't see the whole of his face but she saw his mouth for a split second. He was smiling, enjoying himself.
She slid farther up to the top of the car and rolled down the back window on to the trunk. She then rolled again off the car land on the pavement on her side jarring the broken and the dislocated bones.
The car stopped now and paused like the driver was waiting now. She knew what for, for her to move, to breathe, to blink; he waited for her to show any sign that she was alive. So Juliet didn't move, she didn't blink, she didn't even breathe which was already hard and exceedingly painful with broken ribs. She simply laid there on the cold pavement staring at one point the license plate, G0 GR33N.
After what felt to be hours the cars break lights kicked off and the car drove away, part of its real paint exposed now where it had been rubbed away, underneath it was a dark green color. Juliet lay there a while longer before finally took in a shaking breath, her gaze drifted to something a couple inches from her hand. Besides the paint smeared all over her it was the only piece of physical evidence of what had happened. She reached forward slight but stopped before even making it a half an inch when a new intense wave of pain hit her, she couldn't move her shoulder.
She tried again this time extending her elbow, with some success she place three fingers on it. She rest for a moment now closing her eyes, such a small movement had cause her great pain and use much of her little energy. Opening her eyes she now drew the object closer to her with her fingers till she was able to get a grip on the piece of metal, the hood ornament from the car that had hit her. It had broken off during the impact and she now clutched on to it for dear life as she closed her eye sinking in to a black nothing.
*hides behind door* don't kill me, but please review