Trail of Fears

(1) Emma

Carl and I supposed to plan a day alone for each other as friends, as so our mothers suggested.

It's been awhile. Ever since, Fifth grade. The day of the accident, which separated us for a while.

Now it's complete awkwardness. Both me and Carl don't really talk now throughout our "date" but we did have plenty to talk about. Well, that's what I thought.

"So...How's life in Chicago? Where I'm not at now?" I asked Carl who's eyes always hits the floor. Not at mines.

"Fine." Carl responded which probably meant a 'no' in my world. But enough with the hope, he doesn't miss me. Yeah, it's been a while but seriously? Who wouldn't miss me when it's been years without seeing one another?

"Okay." I shrugged with a weird sensation following me. Does he hate me after moving away? I hope not. It wasn't that long. Or so I thought.

Carl got out his car keys. Define "his", his mother's is more like it.

I went the other way and swung open the door. I bit my bottom lip as I got in. The car is uncomfortably warm and the seat sunk down by the weight of my body. Hey, I'm not that fat!

"Sorry if the seats feel low, the height adjustment got broken so it's really badly lose. That's why I slow down on speed bumps." Carl explained as his keys went into the ignition switch ready to take us off.

But this was going to be a bumpy ride of speed bumps because I hate it really bad.

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Besides the seats being awkward, it was all awkward! The silence, the car coughing, more silence! I couldn't stand it. I'm one of those people who are always energetic. I always want to talk.

Carl on the other side...He's stubborn, boring, and awkward himself. Not just the car. Well, both are equally awkward.

Carl turned the steering wheel around which made me jump sharply in my seat as the car slams on its breaks. Carl stared at the open dirt trail of the size of a bulldozer.

Confusion takes its roll, I started the questions. "What-Where are we going?" I asked with panic. My heart beats against my rib cage as if someone is violently banging on the door.

Carl doesn't respond. Instead, he pushes on the gas pedal and goes down the trail of the woods that look black and white with depression. The car jumps and so do I. Carl holds onto his seat.

"It's a shortcut home, Emma. Don't ask any more stupid and annoying questions." Carl snapped, concentrating on the trail ahead of him. That's until there's a deer on the side wanting to cross.

My heart races as I watch Carl not stop to wait for the deer. "Carl! The deer!" I yelled as the deer crossed the trail in front of the car. It was already too late.

A hard thud goes as the deer's body meets with the front. Slowly, blood squirted on the windshield and blinds Carl's way. The deer's antlers crack into the side door as the car spins furiously.

Carl next to me curses as I scream over his swear words. It isn't until the car rolls over, rocks swing into the glass windows until one hits me on my forehead. I was knocked out roughly.

All I felt was the car come to a bad stop. My limp body dangles upside down when the car is on its back.