Ch. 8 Take Me There

I look up and bring myself

to look out the windshield.

I have a memory

that's been haunting me

for three weeks.

A memory that starts with me

looking out of a windshield,

that keeps me from sitting in the driver's seat,

that keeps me awake at night,

that appears in my nightmares when I do sleep,

that makes me wish I could just

close my eyes and float

a

w

a

y.

From out of nowhere

I hear screeching tires.

I see bright headlights.

I feel breaking glass on my face.

I almost scream.

But I look over

and it's Will in the car next to me.

Not Charlotte.

So I swallow it,

where it lies,

stuck in my throat,

choking me.

It hurts.

It hurts a lot.

But at least I'm feeling something.

Author's Note

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--theladygraceling