Part Six

I hugged the paper and realized, with tears starting to fall, that my stupidness was going to end his stalking that I had fallen in love with..


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I drove home blindly. I wasn't aware of my surroundings. This was too much, I just can't take it. Why did he do this to me, why?! Couldn't he see that I wanted him?! That I was accepting him into my damn life? Wasn't it obvious to him?! I cried and cried some more. I was on the highway and was driving so fast the car would've flown if it had wings.. My eyes were so blurry with tears I could hardly see the road. I didn't know wut to do. I hit the steering wheel over and over again. I wished I would die. I've been through enough pain in my life. I don't want to go through this. If he wasn't willing to do anything real, why did he follow me for over 2 months?! I cried my grief. I cried my loss. I cried my unborn love.

I was getting closer to home, gotta clean up and dry my tears before getting there; mali 5ilg hatheech titshammat witgi6 3alay 7achi. I looked for the tissue box: the backseat. I was still on the highway and couldn't pull over. I reached behind me as an attempt to get the box but it was too far to be within my reach. I looked at the road, no one ahead. I steadied my hand on the steering wheel and turned my whole body around and to the backseat. Still out of reach. I pushed myself just a little bit further. I stretched my fingers to their limit. Got it! But then something weird happened. My body was in a too wrong angle to know where it came from, but something hit the car. It was too forceful that I was thrown to the backseat. I was upside down and the car was moving in tremendous speed and everything was flying everywhere I couldn't get up. I found places to hold on to and got up, just in time to see the car spinning towards a six-wheel truck parked on the side.

Instinct told me to try and get some control on the steering wheel. I threw myself over the driver's seat, the rest of my body still in the back, and tried to hold the steering wheel in place. As I did it, I realized that my stupidness in physics class was still in effect. My hold on the steering wheel caused the car to tip over and ROLL right into the six-wheeler. The rolling caused me to fly over the seat, and come down on the headrest, somewhere in my back.
The pain was excrutiating, but the shock of seeing the side of the six-wheeler coming close took hold of my attention and horror of wut was happening. And then everything happened at once. The car came face forward into the six-wheeler. I was thrown into the windshield, my face crashing into the shattering glass. The dashboard went upwards, squeezing the upper part of my body between the dashboard and cracked glass. I was so frightened to move, I didn't dare move a muscle. I was crying; crying my pain, crying my fear, crying over my mom who died a similar death. I started to hear many voices yelling somewhere. I felt warm blood dribbling over my eyelids, all over my face. I couldn't feel my left leg, it had gone numb. My breathing was too painful, I wished I could stop it. I just wish I can vanish from here.

Things were under me on the dashboard; a text book, lip gloss, and a half page torn from my notebook soaked in tears. I stretched my fingers and slided the paper closer to me. I cried more. I needed him now. If he was here now he would have protected me somehow, saved me. Voices now were all around me; I was facing the six-wheeler, so I couldn't see anyone.

Someone: i5ti ?! Feech shay? T3awartay??

Is that a damn question to ask? Can't he see that am covered in blood and stuck in here?

Me: 6al3ooni.. Plz 6al3ooni magdar asta7mil

My voice was obvious, even though I tried to cover my fear and sobs. I was in pain beyond imagination.

Someone else: ilma6afi wil is3af yayeen, intay 5aleech ma3ana bas.

I was hearing many voices. Ppl talking to eachother, ppl on the phone; and then, a voice that I longed to hear, talking to someone, I supposed on the phone.

Voice: cancel all my meetings for tonite and the three days following today.
(Pause...)
La mako shay, bas am gonna be busy. So cancel kilshay, o don't reschedule laima aridlik 5abar.

I was shivering. Was it him? Was it really him? If it was, why didn't he come talk to me? Why didn't he do anything. I cried more. I was sobbing hard now. Someone was patting my foot through the shattered window, mumbling that help will be here soon.

A few minutes had passed since the crash happened. Every part of me was screaming with pain, wanting to be released and thrown into nothingness. My whole life was going to end. I closed my eyes, into the so-called nothingness, releived that the person that I was starting to love, was at least a few feet away from my dying body...