It was raining heavily and Sarah was wishing that she hadn't
yelled at her mum about always picking her up, and never letting
her walk home. After all, she was 15.
Anyway, Sarah was
making her way across town in the pouring rain, when she heard
a voice coming from under the bridge she was crossing. "Hello?
hello?" The voice was raspy, like someone who had lost their
Sarah stopped to have a look under the bridge, thinking maybe it was a friend playing a trick. She ran around the side of
the bridge and down under the bridge. There standing in front of
her was a little old woman, holding a shoe box.
"Hello Sarah, I have a present for you!". Sarah had never seen this lady in her
life. At first she thought it was creepy that the stranger knew her
name, but what happened next scared her even more. "Uhh...
sorry, I gotta go.." Sarah was ready to turn around and bolt out of
there. "Wait, Thomas told me to give this to you. He also said
that he is OK, and he wants you and Nancy to be happy."
Sarah couldn't believe what she was hearing. "what? Is this a joke!?"
Sarah wasn't scared as much as she was angry. Thomas was the
name of Sarah's late father. "No, Thomas said that I would find
the box under this bridge, and that he knew I would find you
here to! I have been waiting for three weeks."
Sarah felt like punching the old hag. The woman shoved the box at Sarah.
Sarah instinctively grabbed it, and before she could throw it
back, the woman was off around the corner and out of sight.
Sarah stuffed the box in her bag. She thought she had heard a
little whimper, but she ignored it and walked home.
When she got home, she decided to see what was in the shoe
box. As she was getting it out of her bag, she was thinking
about what the lady had said. "Thomas said that I would find the
box under this bridge" Sarah knew that her father had been on
his way home from work when he died. He was driving across
the bridge, when the driver of an 18 wheeler lost control of his
truck and collided with her dad's car, sending her father and the
trucker both hurtling off the bridge.
Her dad's car and been
totally submerged under water so quickly, and with the impact
of the truck hitting him straight on, he died almost instantly. It
was only three weeks a go. You might think that Sarah was a
cold person for seeming to have gotten over it so quickly, but
she was dieing inside. She had always been like that. She was
good at pretending everything was fine.
Sarah opened the box, revealing a beautiful dress. Her mum,
Nancy walked past and spotted the dress. "Where did that come
Sarah explained to her mum about the lady. "What? Why would
you even speak to someone like that!" Suddenly the noise of the
TV in the lounge room seemed louder then it had been. They
could both hear the news from Sarah's room. "Today, the woman
who was tragically killed last month in a crash involving an 18
wheeler and a car, has been identified"
Sarah hadn't heard about
a woman being involved. "Mum, what woman?" Sarah's mum
looked like she was about to cry. "I, I thought it was best that
you didn't know. When your father was crashed into, his car was
flung into a woman that was crossing the bridge. All three of
them died." Sarah couldn't believe that no one had told her the
truth. She ran to the lounge room. The report on the TV showed a
picture. "Mum, that can't be the woman that died!" Sarah cried.
"Why not?" She didn't understand. "That is the lady that gave me
the box today under the bridge!"