Don't Fall for Me

Part 21: Crash

My mom was still asleep when I woke up Sunday morning. She had a long shift yesterday and was probably catching up on sleep. I tiptoed past her door so I wouldn't wake her. She hadn't noticed the motorcycle in the driveway last night, and I wanted to keep it that way.

It was around ten in the morning when I went downstairs in a pair of ripped jeans and another concert shirt. I let my hair hang limp around my shoulders as I dashed outside, not bothering to eat breakfast. I had grabbed a ten dollar bill from the secret stash in the kitchen for the movies I would be meeting Xander and Riley at.

I shoved the helmet on my head and took off. I had left a note on the fridge telling my mom where I was going and when I'd be home. Christopher was coming over today for lunch. Yep, I wouldn't be there for that.

Traffic was surprisingly heavy today even though it was Sunday and most business places would be closed. I was on the highway riding not even close to what the speed limit was. The farthest left lane, which was two lanes away from me, had a few cars in it and they were zooming down the highway. At this rate, I'd be late for the movie that started at eleven. I signaled the blinker on the motorcycle that I was going to switch lanes. I needed to get to the farthest lane if I wanted to make it on time.

I looked over my shoulder to make sure no cars were coming and turned.

A flash of light streaked across my vision. A car horn blared.

Crash.

I was thrown through the air into the traffic as something much larger collided with my bike. I blacked out before I hit the pavement.

~*~*~*~

Through the haze of unconsciousness and consciousness, I heard lots of commotion. I couldn't open my eyes.

"Let me go see her!" Someone yelled. It kind of  sounded like my mother, but a much more panicky version of her. I only heard her like this when dad was in the hospital after his heart attack.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. She's unstable right now and we're doing everything we can for her," someone else said.

"My daughter is dying and you won't let me in!"

Was I dying? I didn't feel like I was in any pain, except maybe my head hurt a bit. Then I lost consciousness again.

~*~*~*~

"Sir, you can't go in there."

Some shuffling around sounded and I heard a grunt. A door squeaked open and banged against a wall. Then a large, calloused hand grasped mine. I couldn't move my fingers to wrap around the hand that held mine. I tried so hard to even wiggle my fingers. I couldn't.

"You better wake up. You can't just crash my motorcycle and leave."

My hair was gently smoothed off my forehead and soft lips grazed my head. A cold, metallic ring was pressed against my head as the lips kissed me. The hand holding mine was abruptly ripped away. There was more shuffling around and yelling until the door slammed shut and the darkness enveloped me.

~*~*~*~

"I'm here, baby. You can wake up now," my mother whispered with tears in her words. My hand was tightly clasped in both of hers. I couldn't feel my other hand for some reason.

Her other hand rubbed circles on my forehead.

My eyes fluttered open and my mother stared down at me. Tears burst from her eyes and her blond hair flowed over me as she bent her head to hug me tightly. I reached up and hugged her back. Except something felt different. When she leaned off of me, I brought my arms back to lay on the bed beside me.