Past Comes Back

P39: Early Morning Magic

WARNING !!! Contains strong language

This is everything as it happened. So you understand what it was like - how difficult it was. I can't remember it all exactly, what people said, how they looked... But it's close enough to the truth, I think.

I'll tell the story from the beginning. Right from the start. Yes, I'll be honest. I never lie unless I have to.

I'm 90% sure this all wouldn't have happened if I didn't go for my 5am 6 mile run, which I wasn't supposed to do as the doctor said 6 miles is too far, it should be one or less. After my injury I was as bored as anything, I love being active. Anyway I was running a random route dressed in three-quarter black leggings, a black sports bra with a three-quarter pink baggy racerback top over it and my favourite pink and white Nike trainers on. Angels by Nightcore blasting through my earphones. I ended up in the back streets. Running down a different street to avoid a group of boys, clearly drunk from the night before, I couldn't be bothered with their bullshit this early in the morning. I crossed over the road to avoid some empty beer cans. Isn't it weird? after everything I still remember little things like rolling beer cans.

I stopped at the end of an ally to change my music as Andy Grammer isn't good enough to run too. AC/DC is however. A drip of sweat rolls down my face, the California heat starting to rise, it's now 6:40am but boy is it hot. I have about half a mile to go. I was about to start running when a car races down the street. Two other swiftly after. Normally I'm pretty good at picking up on which car is what, but they were going that fast all I got was a blur of colour. I pull my earphones out, why I don't know natural response I guess. But just in time, as the most almighty crash echo's through the streets. I've managed to end up in an abandoned few streets, unlikely anyone else heard the noise.

Times like this I wish I wasn't a trained special agent, maybe if I wasn't everything would have been different, maybe everything would have been ok, people would be ok. Maybe if I just called it in or just ran the other way. But no I ran in the direction of the crash. Truthfully that wasn't the problem, most people would try to help to be fair, most people wouldn't run into to gun-fire though. one. two... then three. three shots. that's it. clearly no one is shooting back. I turn the corner and see it. the first car wrapped around a tree the other two pulled up behind it. two men on their knees, hands behind their head, two other people on the floor clearly dead. seven others in hoods, all holding guns.

Shit. there is no way I could stop them, yeah I have my gun, but 7 vs. 1 wouldn't end too good for me. I'm good, but I'm not that good. I reach for my phone, the least I can do is call this in. I dial the numbers, press call then put the phone to my ear.

The next thing I remember is waking up on the floor of the same street corner. Head pounding. it takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. Everything comes flooding back, the crash the people everything. I quickly get to my feet- pushing the dizziness to the side. my phone is back in its holder around my arm, that's was strange, I don't recall doing that. I look around, taking in my surroundings. If I thought it was strange before, it defiantly is now. Everything is gone. And I mean everything, no sign of a crash. I slowly walk closer. no blood no nothing, even the god-damn tree look un toughed.

it wasn't fake was it? no . it couldn't be. it felt to real.

I pull out my phone and check my call history,

Today;

Shaggy 04;56

Yesterday;

Sammy 19;58

G-dog 17;05

Future-Hetty 13;42

Mum 10;31

Tuesday;

Future-Hetty 18;59

No-Pants 16;00

Sammy 11;27

now its getting even weirder, I remember Deeks calling me this morning from bed, asking me to let Monty out before went for a run, I remember that... but I also remember calling the cops...

Did I just fall and knock my self out? Or was something really bad actually happening and these guys are super good at covering their tracks? Right now all the evidence is leaning against me, but I remember it, don't I ? the more I think about it the more stupid it becomes. I reach up an touch my head where it hurts. blood. great maybe I did fall and imagine the whole thing. it was al so clear. That's a weird thing to dream though, right?

To be continued...

This is not a One-shot , this is part of past comes back, I know it seems slightly different, but I'm trying a new style so hang with me, I'm sure I will improve soon. hope you like this instalment.

Sorry its only 850 words, I tried, but I have LOADS going on with collage and things, once everything is sorted I will try to write more.