Song titles are great to write to. This week, Chuck has us writing to them - but we must go with the theme of the song... mine? 'Don't Fear The Reaper' - a great 1970's song!
Enjoy!
My eyes opened to
rain on my face.
How did I come to be
on the side of the road – in a ditch to be precise – amongst the dirt, mud and
long grass?
Sitting up, I looked
around quickly and found my car was on its roof! The beautiful metallic red had
been scraped off its side by some monster and most of the windows shattered!
I wanted to be sick –
my sweet ride had been totaled by somebody. Walking up to the passenger side
door, I bent down to look inside as the emergency services showed up and
started putting down foam and sawdust to take up the petrol and oil.
“Hey, when do I need
to go to hospital? I woke up over there…” I asked one of the medics, but he
turned his back on me and talked to a cop. I waited to see if he’d turn back
and speak to me, but he didn’t, instead, he ran up to the ambulance shaking his
head, “Call the coroner, think she’s gone.”
“Hi Amy.” A voice said
behind me and I turned to see a well-dressed young woman standing next to my
car, “You’ve had a really bad night, haven’t you?”
“How come nobody
will talk to me, but you will.” I asked.
She put her head to
one side, “You don’t know…oh no… it happened too quick for you to register.”
“Register what?”
She shook her head, “I
can’t tell you unless you admit it to yourself; and you have to remember what
happened tonight as well.”
“I got dumped, that’s
what happened. He proposed to me, then a week before the wedding, he fuckin’
got cold feet and made off with one of the sluts better known as a Bridesmaid.”
I snapped.
“You were on your
way home from his place, right?”
“His parent’s house.”
I corrected her.
“That’s right. Then?”
“Then what? I woke
up over … there.” I pointed to the ditch I found myself in, “But how did I get
there?” I turned to find she was gone, “And who were you?”
I had to remember
what happened tonight and what happened to my sweet car.
I started to cry.
“She died on impact.”
The voice echoed through the morgue. This place was creepy on television shows;
you have no idea what it’s like to actually see one up close and personal –
especially when they’re carving up your own body and you’re watching on.
“Oh, dear, an
Engagement ring.” A Medical Examiner pulled that rock off my finger and placed
it in an envelope, “I bet it all went south and … no we can’t assume about
people’s lives. Was there alcohol involved?”
Her assistant looked
at the chart and read the results, “No. She hadn’t been drinking; but the other
driver was way over the limit; and they’re in theatre right now.”
“What a shitty way
to go.”
“Amy, are you ready
to go?” the young well-dressed woman was back.
“Where did you go?”
“I had … other
things… to take care of first.” She looked at the two Medical Examiners, “I see
they’re doing their best with your body.”
“Yes.” I replied in
a small voice.
“Don’t worry, you’ll
look good at your service.”
“Where is she?”
Matthew’s voice screamed from the hallway, “Oh my God! Don’t tell me that Amy’s
dead… she can’t be!” he barged into the room and stopped. His face was
contorted with grief, disbelief and horror as he caught a glimpse at what they
were doing, “No! No! Not my sweetheart!” he fell to his knees sobbing.
“He really did love
me.” I watched him wishing I could hold him again, wishing I could kiss his
lips and take in his scent. But all I could do was stand next to him feeling
useless and stale. I turned to the woman, “Get me out of here.”
The cemetery wasn’t
where I wanted to be; but my family was standing around watching a casket being
lowered into the ground as the sun touched the trees in the early morning.
“It was a closed
casket because your head injuries were too severe.” She whispered in my ear.
“Oh…I see.” I
muttered, “I didn’t want to be here.”
“We all attend our
funerals; it’s a type of closure.”
“Who are you?” I
asked looking at her.
“You don’t know?”
I shook my head.
“I’m surprised you
haven’t figure me out yet… you’re a smart person, Amy.”
“I don’t understand
why you can see me and nobody else can, are you my guide?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m
not your guide. You meet them after you’ve been through me.” She smiled, “But I
do notice that you’re scared of me.”
“What are you?”
“I’m here for you,
Amy… I’m your Reaper.”
