“You left me!”
I shouted at Grace as I caught up to her at the end of the street. The moon had just emerged from the clouds, intertwining with the green light to illuminate the sidewalk. Grace glanced at me smiling, the light reflecting off her nose piercing and glasses as her blue faded strand of hair framed her face.
“You were too slow. What did you want me to do?”
We stood by the crosswalk watching the cars speed by, waiting for the green to turn red. I looked at the reflection in the puddle of the lights as they all intermingled in the water.
“I was thinking we could swing by Abigail’s and get milkshakes. We can invite Wyn and Luke.” said Grace, the slight blush to her cheeks deepening as the light turned red.
“They will probably take an hour. We can order, eat, and pay before they even get there.” I said, smirking as another car sped by.
The green turned yellow before finally resting on red.
The crosswalk then flashed white, and I skipped across, my air forces landing on each white line. I looked back at Grace who was laughing at me as she walked slowly, her flannel flowing with the small breeze.
“Let’s go slow poke!” I shouted as I hopped onto the cracked sidewalk, hands in my pocket. I noticed my laces were coming undone. I bent forward to tighten them. I could hear Grace talking about what milkshakes we should get.
“Vanilla is so basic but maybe I can play it risky and add those Oreos or maybe rainbow sprinkles. I was thinking you co-”
She never finished that sentence, interrupted by the screech of worn-out breaks.
Everything froze as she laid careening in the air, her glasses floating above her, her hair fanned out, each strand reaching for the heavens as glass shards sprinkled, showered from the broken windshield.
And then her body laid on the ground, blood pooling around her, her glasses strewn feet away and glowing red from the traffic light. I stood there frozen, the car stopped past the intersection, black streak marks holding it to the ground.
I just stood there.
I could feel my heartbeat as I watched the white walking symbol switch to flashing numbers.
10
9
8
Unsteady, I stepped toward Grace.
7
6
Her eyes were closed, blood streaming down the side of her face.
5
4
My legs gave out, knees hitting the ground, jeans turning red. I took my phone out with shaking hands.
3
2
I glanced at the blurry screen as I typed 91-
1
The flashing number was replaced with a red stop symbol as the other light behind me turned green.
“Gr- Grace.” I stuttered as a tear fell from my face in to the blood below.
“911, what’s your emergency?” sounded from a soft-spoken voice on the other side.
I looked at Grace who just laid there.
“You left me.”
