Jealousy

I stared through the small drive-thru window in utter disbelief. Thoughts were spinning inside my head. I was confused. My emotions were playing with my head. I didn’t know how I felt. Was I happy? Was I sad? Was I angry? I couldn’t tell. One thing, I was for sure of.

Jacob Black was here at McDonalds, holding hands with a girl. Not a little child. He was holding hands with a girl his age. There was only one explanation.

I tore my gaze away from the couple just long enough to pay for and receive my shake. The McDonald’s employee gave me a strange look when he saw me staring past him at Jacob.

I took a small sip of the vanilla, creamy liquid and placed the rest into the truck’s cup holder. As I drove slowly out of the drive-thru, I never took my eyes off Jacob, even when it became hard to see him from the distance and glare from the sun on McDonald’s windows.

That’s probably why I didn’t see what was right in front of me.

Off to the side of my vision, I saw a silver, blurry shape coming closer at high speed. Finally, I took my attention off Jacob and twisted the driving wheel as far left as it would go, in a crazed attempt to get out of the way of the car heading right toward me.

I was too late.

The silver shape collided with the right side of my car. I jerked to the left and my entire body smashed into the car door. The head was forced into the car window which was now shattered. My head ached and I could feel the blood running down my forehead. Down my nose. Across my lips. Off my chin, and onto the grass.

That was the last thing I saw before I blacked out. My own blood dripping slowly but ceaselessly onto the crisp green grass cushioning me.

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I finally woke up after what seemed like hours. I couldn’t see anything but a white, cloudy, haze. A tall black shape appeared in the haze a few feet in front of me. It was clouded and hard to see, but I could make out the silhouette of a body. The body was very familiar, I felt as though I should’ve known who it was.

My first thought was Jacob. He was the last person I’d seen before I’d blacked out. It had to be him.

I reached out for him, or, tried to, at least. My arms refused to move, like they were pinned down to my sides. I looked down to see why my arms wouldn’t move, but there was nothing there. Nothing but cloudy white. I wasn’t even here.

What was happening to me?

I tried to yell out to Jacob, but the words wouldn’t come. I tried and I tried but no matter what I did, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak.

Eventually the silhouette began to fade into it’s white back ground. My senses screamed at me to follow but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. I was stuck here, alone, is this crazy place. Once the black figure completely disappeared, I was truly, alone.

Once again, alone.