Panic Struck.

Candice Follen is 15, and an average teenage girl. When walking to school, a car being chased hits Candice full on, and Candice is sent into a coma. After a few days, Candice is back on her feet, but somethings different.
She has still-moments, and every still moment holds a clip.
But it's not any old clip.
It's the future...


3. Chapter 3

Machines beeped all around me. There were the sounds of furious whispering, and yelling. But I couldn't open my eyes. I couldn't move my arms or legs. I couldn't even open my mouth to scream. Instead, I was trapped, trying to wake my limp body. I heard a familliar voice ; Grace.

"Oh my god, oh Candice!" I heard Grace say.

She brushed her freezing cold hand on my cheek, rubbing it over and over. She repeated the words 'It's all my fault' with every wipe of my cheek, and finally, an annoying sounding nurse told her to leave.

Sadly, I could not open my eyes to see what was happening. All I could hear was Grace shrieking at the nurse to...

I didn't really want to mention that bit.

I felt myself fade, ever so slowly. Many questions over took my mind, like 'what happened' and 'why can I think, but not move'.

Then I heard sobbing, and the voice of my dad.

"Grace, what happened? What's happening to her!" cried my mom.


Grace couldn't get her words out.

"Oh, Candice, baby!"

A strange feeling over-took me.

I didn't want to hear this anymore. I didn't want to hear their sobs, cries, and curse words. I felt like I was dying, and I couldn't even give my mom a hug. No matter how hard I forced myself to open my eyes, and tell everybody I was okay, I just couldn't. I was basically paralyised. I wanted so hard to get up, move, and continue my life.

But, obviously, that wasn't a choice.

Suddenly, I felt something happen. I felt myself tingle. I was inside my body, like a casket. I pulled up, and I was out of my own human body, I was a ghostly figure.

"Oh god, did I die?" I asked myself aloud.

But no-body spoke.


Still, nothing happened.

I looked down at myself.

I was transparent. I touched the hospital bed, but my hand fell straight through, and I tripped. Obviously, nothing moved, and I didn't even injur myself. When I stood back up, I was looking directly at my own body. When I looked up from my body, I was staring directly at my parents, and Grace. Mom was crying, and dad had his arm around her. Grace was shivering, and sobbing at the same time.

"I'm okay" I whispered aloud. I knew Grace wouldn't hear me, but she looked directly at me. I wondered it she could see me, and I watched her hand slowly reach towards me. I took it, and she shivered again, but very voilently. I watched her fall to the floor, her eyes shut, and I knelt down beside her.

"Great. I touch you, and you pass out. Thanks for giving up on me, Grace".

I watched the nurses hover around her, and backed up against the wall.

I decided maybe it was best to jump back into my body/casket.

And that, I did.

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