Her eyes fluttered sloppily open. Her
vision was blurred for a few seconds. When she could finally see where she was,
she began to be confused. In a car was where she found herself. As her hands
tried the handle, nothing happened. The door didn’t pop open like she expected.
She didn’t hear the creak it made when she opened it too wide. Her finger
looked for the unlock button, but it wasn’t there. The button had been ripped
off. She felt the fear start to seep into her bones. She went to try to pull
the lock up. It was filed down. Now it was barely a stub poking a millimeter
above the surface. A hint of panic came to the fore front of her mind as she
franticly tried to pull the lock up. It was a pointless effort. Tears started
to stream down her face. Eventually she gave up and put her head to the wheel.
The car jolted a little toward the front. Instantly she leaned back again. She
had been so worried with the locks that she hadn’t noticed that the front half
of her car was over the edge of a cliff. She wasn’t sure how deep it was. It
was even a possibility that it was survivable, but she would rather not take
her chances.
Her heart pounded, and her breathes
were short. She knew she needed to get to the back seat of the car with no
sudden movement. Slowly she reached down and let her seat recline. Then she
slid herself backwards till she was safe in the back. She tried pounding on the
windows screaming for help. She screamed help till her voice was gone. She
didn’t know where she was. She didn’t see any sign of people anywhere, all she
saw was trees. And she had no way of contacting anyone (she didn’t have battery
on her phone. Even if she did, she most likely wouldn’t get any bars). All she
could do was pull her knees in toward her chest, and sob into her jeans.
It was a good hour or two before she
found herself a sliver of hope. A gun shot rang out. It could have meant that whoever
put her there was killing another girl, or worst. She was being tortured.
However, it could also be someone who could help. She was in the woods. Maybe
it was a hunter looking for deer. She decided that she would take her chances.
Trying to think back to when her and
her father would hunt, she remembered that three blasts of a whistle or lights
was the signal for help. She could use her hazard lights and her horn. Reaching
the two would be difficult without putting too much weight on the front of the
car. She leaned and stretched her leg forward. Pointing her toes, she was out
of reach of the hazards button. If she went forward with her body the car would
start tipping, so she took off one of her shoes and through it at the button.
She had missed. The shoe landed on the passenger side floor. She only had one
more chance to get her hazards on. She took off her shoe, aimed it to right
behind the wheel to where the button was, and threw.
“Yes”, she shouted as both the
blinker lights started to flash. Now she had to push the horn. That one was
easy for here to reach with her feet. She just hoped that the hunter (or
killer) wasn’t too far away at this point.
Honk!
Honk!
Honk!
A few seconds went by and she tried
again, still no results. She continuously tried and failed for a five minutes.
On her 20ish try, she finally saw a bit of movement off to the left.
“Please don’t be a murderer. Please
don’t be a murderer”, she chanted in her head. She did one more try. That was
when the man in camouflage pant and orange vest and cap came into view. She
started pounding on the window. The man stood there in awe for a moment, and
then ran over. He stopped by the left side of the car to examine the situation.
Not even 5 seconds later did her lift up his rifle, and hit the side window
with the butt of it. It cracked the window, and as the man went to hit the
window again, she jumped to the other side and covered her head. Shattered
glass flew into the car.
“Are you alright”, the man asked. She
nodded as she took the man’s out stretched hand. He helped her carefully climb
out of the car.
Once she was out they examined her
for anything wrong. Right away they saw small cuts on her arms from thrown
glass. He used his gloved hands to carefully brush a few shards out of her
hair. “Can you walk at all?” she tried to take a step but had to lean against
the man for support. The adrenaline that had been coursing through her body for
the last couple hours must have been what made her uneasy. The man breathed out
a small laugh. “I guess you’re not used to this much excitement huh.” She smiled
at him as he helped her sit on a nearby log.
“Thank you”, she managed to croak.
Her voice was still a bit scratchy, but his was strong.
“My name is Zachary Gray. You can
just call me Zach though”, he said. She gave him another small nod. “Are you
going to tell me your name, or do I have to guess?” a half smile appeared on
her face. Then it disappeared.
“I don’t know”, she said.
“Oh, well I have to call you
something. What should I call you?” she thought for a moment.
“Jade. You can call me Jade.”
“Okay Jade, Do you remember what
happened?”
“The farthest back I can remember is
when I woke up in that car a couple hours ago.”
“Hm. Well then let’s get to town, and
then to a doctor’s office. Maybe they can find out what happened.” Jade nodded
once again. They stood up, and started to walk. Zach stopped for a second, and
picked up a stone. “Watch this”. He threw the rock high up into the trees. It
caused a flock of birds to fly up into the sky and a deer to come running into
the clearing. A smile stretched across Jade’s face. She watched the swirling
birds, and the galloping deer. However, the deer galloped too close to the car.
It bumped the bumper just a little, but it was enough to send it sliding over
the side. Zach sucked a sharp breathe through his teeth.
“Well, I hope that car wasn’t yours.”
He laughed under his breathe.
“Me too”, Jade agreed, and off they
went to town.
To Be Continued
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