Music between us (teacher/student)

Chapter two!

Chapter two.

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*Mr. Stone’s P.O.V.*

 

After class I sat down at my desk and was about to start marking papers Mrs. Willows left for me, when I remembered something. I ran my eyes over the list of names of the people in my class. And there she was; Michelle Smith.

            She was the girl from the accident, five years ago. That accident still haunted my dreams.

            I reached my right hand behind my back and under my shirt and scratched my scars, from an old habit. I hated those scars, and I don’t think many people have seen them. They reminded me of the accident, and that was a memory I would like to delete from my head.

            I don’t think Michelle remembered me in class. Though, she and her friend kept staring at me, but I’m pretty sure she can’t recall that night at all. After all, it took her a really long time to recover; both mentally and physically. 

 

FLASHBACK – 5 YEARS AGO

I was on a bus, going home from my girlfriend at the time. It was dark and the eighteen-year-old me, wasn’t the type to stay up late. I wasn’t a cool guy, even though I was dating a cheerleader.

            A girl in the seat behind me was crying, but when I turned around to ask if I could help, anything to make her stop crying, she shot me a deadly glare. I didn’t try to help her again. A few seats back I saw a father with his daughter, both holding a frozen yogurt, and both smiling. They looked so happy and I was so jealous.  I didn’t have a father, at all. I quickly looked away when I saw the little, brunette girl, pointed at me.

            I almost screamed, it caught me totally of guard, and happened so fast. The bus crashed into a little black car, and just a split second after that, another car crashed into the bus from the behind, causing the bus to roll on the side.

            It didn’t hurt that much, but then the bus started to move, just a few inches in the beginning. Then it rolled off the road and started rolling down a hill on the right side of the road. I crashed into the ceiling, and then the floor and everyone followed. I heard a loud cracking sound from my foot when I hit a seat. A burning pain went through my left leg and I screamed on the top of my lungs with the rest of the passengers.

            The little girl was unconscious, and her dad tried to grab her and hold her. I knew it wasn’t a very good idea since every time the dad would hit something in the bus, he would hit that much harder.

            The bus finally stopped turning, and I landed on the window which broke from my weight, and pieces of glass cut into my back. It hurt really badly and I had to try four times before I could stand up and walk on the windows. I heard sirens and people who were out of breath talking. I walked to the front of the bus and saw the bus driver lying motionless on the window next to the driver’s seat. I pulled the handle next to the steering wheel and opened the doors, both in the front and the back. A man jumped in.

            „Are everybody alright?” he asked before looking around. When I saw the bodies around the bus, he froze. There was a lot of blood everywhere and I needed to get out of there as quickly as possible. The man saw me and was going to support me when I saw the little girl underneath her dad, on the floor. I couldn’t just walk away.