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Inferno

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I'm alive. Or at least I think I am. It takes me several minutes of slipping in and out of consciousness to finally know that I won't slip again. Aware that I can sustain a thought in my brain, I attempt to answer the questions flooding into my mind. Where am I? What happened? Why is it so difficult for me to think? How am I still alive? Who am I?

Wait, a second, who am I? My heart skipped a beat, (if my heart is still beating) and I began to panic. I don't remember anything, nothing at all. Not even my name or a hint of who I am. Probably suffered some sort of concussion. Or diagnosed with amnesia. Once again, I feel myself deteriorate into nothing...

         After what seemed like an hour I pulled myself back. I thought, "I won't die." I can't. I can't because of her. Her! A memory! Not much, I can't place a face or who "her" could possibly be, but it's progress. My stream of thoughts began to flow more fluidly, maybe because I have something to hold onto so that I won't slip again.

Just then I have a physical form. Observing my surroundings, I stand in nothing. By nothing, I meant pitch-black darkness. Like a room with its walls painted black, but the walls go on and on. Yet, I can still see my hands waving in front of my face, stare down at my feet and see that I am barefooted. So is my body, I don't feel any fabric clinging to the cold sweat on my back, but I'm not naked either. Not to exaggerate but, I am nothing, in a room of nothing.

I must be in purgatory, I thought.

Or hell.

Which probably means I failed to cling onto my few nurtured wisps of life.

It can't be though! Where was the "going into the light"? And whoever heard of a dead amnesiac? Unless your mind is erased after death... Still, if I was dead I'd be able to tell whether or not I died, and I don't feel like I'm dead. This is all occurring in my head and I still can't seem to regain consciousness.I need some type of testimony to show me that I am still alive!

  Still, I'm groggy, amnesiac, and the only thing I have that's keeping me on the borderline between death and life is a sense of knowing that I can't die because there's a girl involved.

         Something more substantial to keep myself together is essential and to validate that I don't slip again. It's scary, that loss of connection with life. But I don't remember anything. It's as if someone wiped my brain clear, yet I know I have memories stored in me. Searching, I keep going back to "her." Who ever she may be, but I know she's important, she's probably the reason why I'm still alive... because... because... she saved me. She saved me! But how?

         My brain was about to explode when my thoughts revamped what happened that night. We were in a vehicle, driving. Where? I don't know. All I see is darkness except two lights in front of me. Headlights possibly? Everything is blurry, like bokeh, I can't figure out whether or not I'm driving or not. The I lost it again.

If I could, I mentally punched a wall. Hoping it's concrete too. Everything is so frustrating! I'd rather die than live not knowing anything!

Unanticipatedly, I find myself sitting in the back seat of a small battered compact car.
Where am I?

"Collin, watch the road."

My head turns abruptly to my right and I see a girl. The light brown hair on her head falls onto her shoulders bluntly. Her eyes are staring straight ahead, body stiff and tense, and freckled hands clutching tightly to the edge of her seat.
"Mmmm," Someone groans.

That someone was the driver. He had dark tousled hair and a 5 o'clock shadow peeking on his jawline. He reeked of must and sweat. I glance at the rear view mirror and that person driving the car, is me.


"Hey, you guys know here I am?" I question.

They say nothing. So I touch myself and my hand goes right through his (my) body. Like I'm nothing but air, like a ghost.

This is a flashback, a memory. I can't change anything.

"You're drunk." The girl said scornfully.

"No… no I-I'm not." He says, but I can hear the heaviness of the alcohol in his voice.
"Let me drive, you're really endangering us. Especially on the high way at night-" She tries to say.

"NO!" He yells, surprised at my own audacity.

She recoils, sinking into the old stained seat covers.

He mutters, "I'm sorry."

She doesn't say a word in return but nods her head slightly. Maybe she's sensitive, or afraid.

We drive on for thirty more minutes in silence. Where were we going?
She broke the silence. "It's late, we should rest for the night and go back to driving in the morning."

He shook his head.

"No. We're almost there."

"We have almost two hours to go. I can see that you can't hold out any longer. Collin, listen to me!" She screams into his ear.

Unexpectedly, his head drooped unexpectedly and his hands slipped off the wheel. Everything after that occurred in slow motion, like some action movie, but this is what really happened to me and it's no movie.

He was blurry, dazed and probably knocked out, I see the girl gripping onto the wheel with her life, trying to switch us back onto the right lane. Her mouth was open, hollering things that I couldn't hear because my own ears weren't coinciding with my brain or because everything I'm seeing and hearing was what I heard in the memory. She seemed so distressed. As much as I wished I could help, I couldn't. He (myself) finally comes to just a little and I immediately heard the deafening shrieks coming from her mouth. Nothing was happening in slow motion anymore because this memory is what I remember. Looking at the rear view mirror his/my eyes were wide open staring at what was ahead in fear. Bright headlights getting brighter and brighter, the girl's screaming growing louder and more deafening. I finally realized the gravity and severity of the situation when we made impact with the car.

It's more than enough to relive the same experience of being thrown forward, smashing your head into something in front of you. Even though it's all a memory and I can't feel a thing, but witnessing my own body contorting into ways I never thought was possible was worse than being the person. Even though I can't feel it, I remember it, and it felt horrible. The car probably tumbled down the road three times before coming to a stop. Even though I don't know my identity, I already despised myself because of what I did, to myself, to her.

To make matters worse, the car began to catch on fire. Looking at the dashboard, there is nearly half a tank full of gas left.

"Run! Get out! Get OUT!!!!" I wailed and cried.

Trying to shake myself and the girl, but it's not use, I can't change what already happened.

Finally, the girl wakes up a little and feels the car of fire. Looking at her injuries she had a badly cut lip, a three inch bloody gash across her forehead, everything and all types of scratches and bruises covering everything inch of skin, and pieces of glass still stuck onto parts of her face and clothing. My injuries were just as bad. Even though she was close to passing out again, a look of determination stuck to her face. She's not willing to let us die. With the little energy she had left, she unbuckled my seat belt and dragged herself and me out of the car. I, myself left the car and watched the scene, standing right next to them. Finally, laying on the road away from the sweltering heat of the car, I(him) came to just a little.

"Amanda." I murmured, barely audible.

The name echoes in my barren mind. Her name is Amanda.

Amanda looks at him(me) with a blank expression and pushed him. Sending him rolling down hill through the grass. I gasped and thought she was deliberately killing him for what he's caused, but no. Even though I rolled down hill at a pretty scary slope, I landed on a grassy bed and I was still alive.

She saved my life.

Just when Amanda was about to plunge after me to save herself, the car exploded into a great inferno. Consuming her in flames.

"NOOOO!!" I screeched, running to her aid, but stopped when I remembered I can't do anything.

The last ten minutes, I saw the scariest things in my life. But the most gruesome thing, was happening a few feet in front of me. Her shrieking hit me hard. Like a thousand daggers coming at you before you have the time to register that it is. A blood curdling, life scarring scream of death pierced the night air like those thousand daggers. Laying on the floor withering uselessly, while the flame licked her every inch of skin, burning her like a pig in an oven. Baking her black, baking her dead. She gave one final kick of life and when she wouldn't move for the next minute, I knew she was gone.
It's like one of those movies where it's so scary, yet you just have to watch. For me, I have no choice. I was stuck in that position, watching her body deteriorate into ash. The scene faded and I was brought back to the same black emptiness I woke up with, sort of.
Standing strong on my feet, I wept. All the emotions of what I experienced, I released into that black nothingness.
This is possibly the darkest story I've ever written. Surprisingly, I enjoyed writing this, like a lot.

It was for homework, just write some story with some stupid silly vocab words. I just got so into it.

So, tell me what you think?

Excuse my bad grammar.
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