As promised, new story! The winning cover is obviously the cover posted. The one in the side bar is my second place. All the covers were amazing and glorious! It was a hard choice, but it was made. Thanks again to everyone who entered!!
~StupidAndFearless
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A YEAR AFTER THE ACCIDENT
I smiled and giggled a little. “Not happening.” I stared at the mini-dress he wanted me try on. Odd as it is, I was shopping for my prom dress with my boyfriend.
“Please?” he begged, his eyes getting big. I shook my head firmly, then ducked back behind the curtain and slipped on the next dress. My mother had begged me to try on a ball gown. She was convinced I was going to wear one. Not in this life time mommy! It was a pretty soft lavender color with black beading right below my boobs, but it just wasn’t me. I came out to show him instead. Smiling, I twirled around like a goof. “No!”
“Yeah, so not me.” I said dropping my arms and stomping back into the dressing room. I heard him laughing at my childish behavior. It was nice to laugh and smile again. After everything with my sister, it was nice. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Here’s what happened…
Chapter one!
“Katie, please!” I begged her, squeezing the hoodie. I was always borrowing her clothes. Even though I had to beg for them most of the time.
“Really? You need it that bad?” she said while applying her eyeliner. We were going to a Friday night football game at our high school. Every time there was a home game, we went. It was pretty much tradition for me and my sister.
I nodded and she sighed, which meant I could take it. I squealed and rushed to my room to finish getting ready. Sure, most people are like “It’s just a football game!” But me and Katie view it as a social gathering type thing. This means you got to look your best. Even if you freeze your butt off. I tossed the hoodie onto my bed and sat at my vanity. I moved everything around looking for my mascara. Which was nowhere in sight. I groaned. Katie.
My phone buzzed on the table top. Ryan. Ryan Lanes was my boyfriend. Has been for three months. Best three months of my life. We were perfect for each other. Even though he was a year older than me, my parents were alright with it. My dad was his best friend and my mom adored him. I swear, she wished he was her son. But she loves her girls.
Katie and I twins. My mom gushes over us all the time. She thinks she’s the luckiest person ever to have two of us.
I pressed SPEAKER on my iPhone screen. “Hey babe!”
“Kye!” I hear a squeaky voice shout into the phone. Not Ryan. That would be Patrick, his gay best friend. Having a gay has your BFF while you’re a guy is not weird! Plus he is the best. If Katie wasn’t already my best friend, he would be.
“Patrick! Hey baby!” I joked. I always called him that. And he called me Sexy. Ryan never sees this as an issue.
“Listen here, Sexy, Ryan can’t come tonight.” He said calmly.
“Then why on earth do you have his phone?” I asked finally finding my mascara. I twisted the cap off and applied it.
He laughed, “I stole it! L.O.L. But anyways, his mom says he was being rude to his Grandma on the phone earlier so she grounded him for the night.
“Wow. Doesn’t surprise me. Isn’t he always getting grounded for pointless things like that? I mean really?” I whined.
“I know right! But don’t worry. You still got me!” he said cheerfully.
I laughed. “Oh, Katie is driving us. That cool?”
“No! No! No! Her driving is scary!” he complained.
Laughing, I dug through my closet looking for my boots. “She isn’t that bad!”
“Um, yeah she is. Katie almost ran into a mailbox once. No way in hell am I getting into her car again!”
“Patrick, give her a chance!” Katie peeked into my room, smiled at me in a creepy way, and beckoned me towards her with her finger. I laughed. “Hey, we’ll be there in a few.”
“Kay!” was all I heard as I clicked the END button.
Grabbing my shoes and hoodie from my bed, I hurried after her. It was kind of cold out, but it felt good considering my house seemed to be so hot tonight. Katie’s car was parked in the driveway in all of its blue Mustang glory. I, myself, had a yellow Volkswagen Bug. Which I loved to death!
Patrick lived about three blocks away, so we got there pretty quick. I hurried inside. We were such good friends, I didn’t even possess the need to knock. “PATRICK!”
He came thundering down the steps, tripped, fell, and landed on the hard wood flooring. I laughed. Hard. He climbed off the floor and gave me an evil look. Patrick hit my arm and stormed out of the house. I tried to contain my laughter as I followed him out. His mom called out her goodbye’s at us as we drove off. The whole way was filled with chatter and laughing. Until the unthinkable happened.
Katie rounded the corner and was turning into the parking lot of the school when the tires of the car came to a screeching hault. I screamed. So did Katie and Patrick. I could hear them. There was an awful metal crunching noise. My eyes were pressed together tightly, too afraid to look. My chest rose and fell slowly. One eye open. Two eyes. People were running towards us. Some screaming. Some calling people. I was unaware of what was happening. Looking forward I saw that we had hit the car that was leaving when we were coming in. In the distance I could hear sirens. The tears rolled down my cheeks as the pain settled into me. I didn’t dare move.
But I needed to know if Katie and Patrick were okay. Slowly turning my head to the left to see Katie laying on the steering wheel. Bleeding. I gasped. I couldn’t see Patrick, but I was hoping he was alright. I closed my eyes, suddenly all I wanted to do was sleep. Or maybe I just didn’t want to know what was happening around me.
Bright. The room was very bright. Once everything came into focus, I realized I was in a hospital. A nice looking nurse was standing of me calling my name. She told me to blink if I heard her, I did as I was told. Then I was told to blink twice if I was in pain. I mumbled an answer. I felt a small tingle in my knee.
“Just rest, sweetheart.” She said sweetly patting my hand. I closed my eyes and drifted back into sleep. In my dream, I was re-living everything that had happened. But in my dream, I was aware of what was going to happen. I noticed how Katie looked, nervous. Then the screams. Then my own. My eyes shoot open and I bolted up straight. I was sweating and panting. The nurse came running in.
“Are you alright, Kye?” she asked.
“Bad dream. Where’s my sister?” I asked.
“Kye, why don’t you sleep some more?” she suggested.
“Where is Katie?” I demanded, my voice shaking.
“Honey, I’m sorry.” She whispered.
My eyes widened. “Kye, she didn’t make it. Katie died on impact. Nothing could have saved her.”
“Nothing.” I breathed. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Slowly, I laid back down in my bed. Katie’s dead. Gone forever. Never to return. How am I going to live? Is it possible for identical twins to live without the other? Does this mean I’m dying?
And there I lay with millions of questions running across my mind as I waited till morning came. My parents weren’t here. Which worried me. Crying, I rolled on my side. It must have been hours that I laid and cried, because my nurse came in with pills for me to take. She said I had to take them every morning. I nodded and took them without questioning what they really were for. It was better that way.
More hours passed then a knock came on my door. It creaked open to reveal my parents, Ryan and Patrick. I looked at them with what I assumed were my bloodshot eyes from all my crying. With sad eyes, they stared at me. That when I realized for the first time how I looked. In the hospital nightgown, bandages on my face and gauze wrapped on my arm.
I started crying again. Ryan came rushing over to my side. He hugged me, without trying to hurt me in anyways possible. He let me go and my parents and Greg gave me hugs as well.
“How are you feeling?” Mom asked.
“Katie…” I trailed off in a whisper. “I know. Honey, I’m really sorry.”
“Mommy, she’s gone!” I said like she didn’t know.
“Kye, we know. Everything is going to be okay.” Dad tried to reason.
Shaking my head, I looked out the window. They don’t understand. No one knew Katie like I did. Not even her boyfriend , Austin. Wonder if he knows what happened. Probably.
Everyone was quiet. The Ryan said, “Everyone is worried about you at school. They keep asking when you’ll be back and how you’re doing.”
“That’s nice of them.” I mumbled through sniffles.
“You’re teachers tried to give you homework, but I convinced them that it would delay your recovery.” Patrick said smugly.
I nodded, “Thank you. One less thing to worry about.”
“You have nothing to worry about, Missy. You just rest and feel better.” Dad ordered.
Pressing my lips together and tried not to cry. My life has been turned upside down. Right side left. Taken a backwards direction. However you want to say it. Either way, my life is over and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
