I'm older now.
I think I'm going to college.
This place doesn't seem familiar.
And I'm with someone.
My best friend,
but she doesn't really look like herself.
Do I look like myself?
We're wearing light clothing,
something I would wear in the summer.
We have satchel bags.
Neither of us own those kinds of bags.
They look pretty.
We're walking down a sidewalk and
are about to reach a crosswalk.
Once again there's silence.
We don't say anything,
but we do exchange looks,
as if communicating telepathically.
There's no one else walking around us.
There's no one,
but us.
We stop at the light and
wait for the little man on the sign to light up.
Once he does,
we begin crossing.
The first step I take is in slow motion.
My vision is dark,
the only thing highlighted is my best friend.
She was further in front of me.
I had stopped walking.
She says something to me.
She opens her mouth and
says something,
but I can't hear it.
A bus suddenly bashes into her.
In slow motion,
I can see everything frame by frame,
the exact moment it appears,
the moment of contact,
when her body looks to be compressed on impact,
how she's lifted from the ground,
and how her body is turned into a rag doll and
launched forward.
I can't do anything.
My body tenses up and
my pupils dilate as I witness this horror unfold before.
Things go back to normal.
The bus speeds past a bit before screeching to a halt.
I hear people scream.
I feel my heart pounding as if it was going to leap out my chest.
I run to her.
I see what's left of her.
A grisly sight.
I scream her name out.
People crowd around.
I hear sirens.
What replays in my mind is the exact moment it strikes her.
Like a snake striking a mouse and wrapping around it's body.
It had claimed it's victim.
I could do nothing,
but watch.
Where was I?
Who were those people?
