There I stood in the middle of the intersection, my body paralyzed as bright white car headlights came hurtling towards me like a rocket. I couldn’t move as it barreled closer and closer with no signs of stopping. Sweat dripped down my face and my lips trembled in fear, yet I couldn’t move.
Suddenly, I felt a push at my back, and I went tumbling off the intersection onto the sidewalk. I looked back to see who had saved me. It was a girl that I recognized from some of my classes at school. Dark brown skin, big black glasses, and those warm brown eyes I now remembered had stared at me with kindness. Her pure heart had helped me with due homework so many times. And there she was, just barely past where the car had been only moments before. Sitting on her knees, breathing heavily. It would seem that the car had missed her by a mere inch. Jayde. Even though we don’t talk very often, I would call her one of my best friends. Now she saved me.
I brought a shaking hand to my mouth in shock and horror. I ran over to her to see if she was okay. I put a hand on her shoulder, not able to say a word.
“Are you okay, Saph?” she asked looking up.
“I-I’m fine. Thank you so much for saving me. Are you okay, Jayde?”
Yeah. I’m fine. Happy birthday, by the way. I actually need to go, or I would stay and talk but… I got to go,” she said in return as she stood up.
Jayde ran off, leaving me there standing thinking how close both of us had been so close to death.
And that’s when I remembered the night nine years before when I had met Death. If that memory was even real. But what if it was? What if that moment with car had been different, and one of us died? Would that have been a possible time I would meet Death again? I shook the thought out of my head. That time I met death must’ve been a dream. There was no such thing as a “death”, and the rumors of people meeting Death must have been my wild eight year old mind.
I let the ridiculous thoughts once again evanesced. I had a wonderful walk back home.
The rest of my night was wonderful. I sat down with my parents at the table and opened presents, had cake, and went up to bed. I laid there on my bed looking up at the ceiling in the dark. The memories of today and of that night years ago came flooding back into my brain. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Suddenly my phone started ringing from my bedside table. I quickly grabbed it and answered it, not wanting to wake up my parents at such a late time.
“Hello?” I asked.
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