Collision by Kristen Granata

Author:Kristen Granata [Granata, Kristen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-17T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven: The Box

“Help!” I screamed. The flames roared around me. I could barely breathe in the smoke-filled car. My left arm would not move; it felt like something was crushing it. I pulled harder, but it only made the stabbing pain worse. The heat was unbearable. Red liquid was streaming into my eyes, making it harder to see. I was trapped. I tried to call for help again, but no sound came out. I choked on the thick black smoke. I let the realization sink in: I was going to die.

I looked one last time out the window. That’s when I saw it. A dark figure, not too far from my mangled car, was approaching. I squinted through the blood and the smoke, but couldn’t make out who or what the figure was. I could hear my name being called. It sounded so close. I closed my eyes.

“Merritt! You have to wake up!”

I opened my eyes, and Chase was standing over me. I was in my yellow bedroom, drenched in sweat. The sun was shining through the windows onto my bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes.

“Are you okay?” He sat on the edge of the bed, a troubled look on his face.

I nodded, trying to catch my breath.

“Was it the dream?”

I nodded again. “Was I screaming?”

“I heard a sound coming from your room. When I checked on you, you were crying. I figured you’d want to be woken up.”

“It was so weird. The dream was… it was different this time.”

He raised his eyebrows. “How so?”

“At the end, right before I was supposed to die, I saw something.”

“Something?”

“Or someone. I don’t know. I couldn’t see it clearly. It was a figure, coming towards me.”

“And that never happened in any of your other dreams?”

“No. This was the first time.”

“Maybe all the Halloween decorations from last night stuck in your mind, or something.”

Last night. The party. Chase was drunk. “Oh. How are you feeling?” I let my gaze lower to his bare upper body. “You look better than I thought you would.”

He grinned. “I’m fine. Just drank one too many beers.”

“I’m glad you didn’t blow chunks on my new carpet.”

“I told you, I don’t puke.”

“Oh, so you remember telling me that?”

“Of course. I remember everything.”

I felt a twinge in my stomach. “I should probably see how Shelly’s doing. And take a shower.”

He stood, but lingered. “Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

I waved my hand. “Please. You’ve taken care of me enough times. I didn’t mind.”

He stepped towards the door, but then turned back around. “Maybe we can finish that conversation sometime. The one we had last night.”

“Sure.”

After a pause, he walked out of the room to grab his things.

I waited until I heard the front door close before I hopped out of bed and into the shower.

For the remainder of the morning, I relaxed on the recliner watching movies, waiting for Shelly to wake up. My mind frequently wandered back to dancing with Chase the night before. His lips were so close, it would have been easy to have kissed them.

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