FrostBight I was born a leader, not a follower
I turned, and a bright light blinded my eyes. The light was coming closer, moving so fast I didn’t have a chance to scream. The light slammed into me, and I went flying back through the air, landing flat on the concrete.
Darkness surrounded me, and there was utter silence.
Suddenly, I could see again. There was a body lying on the ground, a few meters from a silver car with a dent in its front bumper. I could tell the body was a girl, with fine blonde hair in her face. Blood trickled down the side of her head and stained the asphalt, and her legs went out at awkward angles. Sirens sounded, then police and paramedics arrived on the scene. Someone shook the girl, and began doing CPR. Another hooked her up to a heart monitor, but the line across the screen was a steady line, and was giving off a mild steady sound.
Who was the girl who appeared to be dead?
An older woman appeared, and she began to cry. The lady knelt and picked up a dented locket by the girl’s side, which appeared to be open. The woman looked at the photo inside of the locket. One of the paramedics pulled a cloth cover over the girl—she was dead. The heat left her body, leaving it stone cold.
The lady put the locket on the blanket, in tears, and I peered inside. The photos were very interesting… I recognized some of them. I realized then that I knew who the girl was.
It was me.