It was time. I had fought against it for so long, but the chips were already falling into place. Every move, every decision I had made in the last six months have led to this inevitable outcome. I pushed my legs harder envisioning the only face that would make me survive this night. I choked back a sob knowing I should accept my fate, but how can I accept death?
My vision blurred but it wasn’t from the tears, it was as if I was drunk. My movements were slowing becoming disjointed and fuzzy. I glanced behind me but I couldn’t see a thing, it was black. I could only see what was in front of me. My steps stuttered and I leant my shoulder against the cold wall and as my adrenaline started to wear off the pain hit. My whole body throbbed, as if I someone had chucked me into a blender and pressed ‘start.’ Liquid dripped down my face except this time it wasn’t a tear.
All warmth left my body and I started shuddering as cold breaths left my lungs. There was no sound, no bird, cricket or rat scattering around, only a deathly quiet as if the animals knew what was about to happen next. It was fast.
A hand grabbed my shoulder and I was tossed to the ground and my assailant and I were lost in a tangle of limbs. I glimpsed a dark haired man with a unique tattoo on his upper bicep, just before it cut off my air supply. I felt a hot pain slice my neck, as if he had stabbed me with a hot poker and before I knew it I was drifting away, knowing that the inevitable had caught up to me. You can’t cheat fate, no matter how hard you try.
My body started shaking, as if I was convulsing on the ground and the world around me grew bright as a white light filled my vision. My name was being shouted but I was a as if the person were at the other end of the tunnel…
“Skylar?” A voice found me through the darkness, jolting me into awareness. “Skylar!”
I felt my body lying on a cold wooden floor, instantly jogging my memory of my kitchen. I couldn’t move for a few moments until my consciousness floated back to me and I opened my eyes squinting at the face in my personal bubble. “Dude personal space, look it up.”
I pushed Andrew’s face out of my way and pulled myself up to a sitting position and put my head between my legs as the unavoidable pain started. I felt Andy start pulling his fingers gently through my long hair as he knew it helped dull the pain. I sighed and lifted my head and flashed him a smile that said “I’m okay,” but he knew better.
When puberty hit, other tweens were getting acne and discovering boys didn’t quite have cooties anymore. But me? I was spontaneously losing consciousness and seeing snippets of the not so distant future. Welcome to my life. Obviously this didn’t leave much time for a social life let alone friendships. But a couple of years ago I saw a future I couldn’t ignore: Andrew getting hit by a car.
I have no control over these visions, but I could control whether or not I let Andrew be hit by a car with a 50/50 chance he could live or die. Obviously I wasn’t going to let him be hit by a stupid jock who doesn’t look in his mirrors when he’s reversing and ever since he has stuck with me, whether I want him to or not.
“What did you see?” He asked softly once the pain in my head had receded.
I looked into his deep brown eyes, debating whether to tell him or not. He cocked a bow at me and smiled encouraging me. “I saw my death.”