Author: psychoticstranger PM
A sickness that no one has heard of, no one can cure. It’ll eventually kill you. But the side affects are what no one can understand. The girl, Ray, is one of the only ones to get the sickness, and some how she is able to see her father’s death. WRated: Fiction K - English - Mystery - Chapters: 7 - Words: 3,930 - Reviews: 4 - Updated: 01-17-05 - Published: 02-19-04 - id: 1529914
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The car wield down the road out of control. There was a blinding flash as I came hurling at my car. Another flash and I was a spectator standing near the car watching it get engulfed with flames. Another flash and I was the man in the ambulance trying to help the man pulled from the wreckage. Another flash and I was a doctor in the emergency room trying to save the same man from the wreckage. "I'm not getting a pulse." Another flash and I was a priest blessing the coffin of the man from the wreckage as he was lowered into the ground.
"No!" I sat bolt up in my bed, sweat poring down my face. I jumped out of bed and ran for the stair. "Dad! Dad!" He was about to leave for work. The weather was stormy and the roads were slippery. I had out of school sick for a month and my sickness was at it's height. Dad spun around and looked at me wide eyed.
"Ray? You should be in bed. Go back up stairs."
"Dad!" I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. "Don't go to work, please!"
"Honey let go, I have to."
"Let go." Mom pulled me off and kissed dad good-bye. "See you after work, dear."
I pulled and pulled against her. "Dad! Come back! Please dad!" I watched helplessly as his car pulled away from the house. I turned around and pounded my fists on mom's shoulders. "You did it! You! I could have stopped him! Why!?"
"Honey, you need rest."
"No!" I fell to my knees and stated to cry. "I could have stopped him! I could have saved him!"
"Saved him? What do you mean, honey?" I looked up at her confused face, blured by the tears in my eyes.
"Dad is going to diy."