The Accident- Part 1 ending and Part 2

 

“I think you should leave”, I say looking back at the window. You might think I have BPD and I think I may have too. I just don’t feel right in her presence.

She stops before she was about to blurt another word out. She stops her urge to talk more. She stops and just..stops . To stare at me for a moment with questioning eyes. And then, finally, leaps her bag up, shoves back her belongings and dashes out the door without making a noise of disgust or denial.

She accepts her reality as well as I do, too. She should.

And for the worst if she had came in here to talk about the dead, I think I am not the best person for it.

Carrie Noble. I won’t remember.

PART TWO

(4 months later)

I am back home. Now. The hospital was awful for sure.

I take the keys to the shoe rack, pull out a pair of slippers and head towards the terrace to water my plants. In the rain.

I love to do that.

As I make my way to the spot, I stop before I go out in the rain. The smell. The rain. The beach. The castle. The ocean. The sand. JUDY. I stop.

I take a deep breath and step out into the rain.

It pats my head and back with soft reassurances. My heart doesn’t grow.

I am not dull, dead, or gone. I’m here but I’m nowhere. I’m here but I’m somewhere. I’m here buy I’m…just..not here. And I don’t want to be too. I’m silent. I’m awake.

Some pots are already watered by the rain and I water the wrong plant when it hits me that its leaves shouldn’t have gone so fast. And I notice the one beside it. I have 3 empty pots now.

I wait for a moment before going back to study. My mind calls for something. It kinda..warns.

I suddenly look back to find a women standing in a pink suit beside a water tank. Actually leaning on it so that I know it’s real. She’s looking past me onto the top of something. To nowhere.

I look back to see what she’s looking at but don’t find anything particular..so near. I look back to see here but she’s..gone. I move my head left and right, startled. I run around the terrace from one corner to another, to come back to the center and swirl around. Nothing. No one. Why? Why does this keeps happening to me?

I don’t like pink though.

I run back to my room and stay there for another couple of hours studying. Trying to keep my mind off the scene I just experienced.

Around 2130 hours, I finish up and leave to take a shower and then, finally, back to bed. As I head to turn on the geyser, I can hear children screams in the corridor. It’s more of a death game, than a play. I peek outside through the peephole to check if everything’s okay and it is, indeed, okay.

I turn to go back but a flash memory stops me. Abruptly. I peep through the hole once more and find a man in a black trouser and jacket and a grey T-shirt underneath, staring right at my peephole. Or..else..at..me.

I hastily unlock the door and look at the same spot, but there’s no one. The children are gone. The man is gone. The lights are turned suddenly off of the corridor. It’s empty. Dark. And. Empty.

It’s so…strange. one time I could hear the voices, the padfoots, I could see..the man, the lights were on and obviously, no one can play in the dark. I can’t SEE in the dark.

I start to shut the door quickly BUT..a burnt red hand stops it.

I am dead.

I look above in the dark for the owner of the hand and..the face is burnt but the eyes..they are there. But dead. In their sockets.

I start budging and pushing the door close forcibly. I don’t want to experience this. My hand starts shaking and..and..i am shaking. The person in the dark speaks out but it’s hard to figure out the gender from the croaky voice.

It blurts in a rush out-“The accident. It..was..not..an..ACCIDENT.” I start hard to push back the door and was on the edge when it pulls wide open and I’m thrown back beside my couch, on the floor.

I stare, breathing heavily, in the dark. Something is moving. No sound. But someone is there. It is..scratching. The smell is of the weeds in the graveyard. Dead and calm.

I pull up my head and my eyes as a red light suddenly flashes on the outside and in the..corridor.

It blinks. And off. Blinks and off. To reach the message written, no,..scratched on the wall.

On.

20.08

Off. On.

Carrie

Off. On.

Noble

Off. On. Everything’s gone.

I back off to meet my shoulders to the wall. Sliding on the floor. Backing off. I cannot hear anything. The world has gone silent in a beep. A beep. A line. I can hear only my heartbeat. And its..beating ferociously.

My brother gushes in and shakes my shoulders. I point to the door. I don’t know what’s happening. But everything’s okay now outside myself. The lights are on. The blood lights are gone. Everything gone, and okay. My brother runs to shut the door. And i..run back to my room.

I pull open the laptop and with still shaking hands, type the words on the internet. Someone I had totally forgotten about as I had said.

Carrie Noble

A series of flashing news comes up and it’s all about..the dead.

Carrie Noble, the NYC famous journalist, died in a car crash on 20 August 2023 (20.08.23). She was loved by all and was known for her extensive and intrinsic insights on every news she got. Her research and view on things had the potential to change the world. But you know the one who has come on this deathland has to leave, once and for all.

Her car crashed on the highway bridge, the infamous, now, Moana Bridge, which costed lives of 40 people, took her too. But the cause of the crash can still not be figured out.

Carrie was a science student who was working in a class of mechanics. She was working on building something in progress.

We all are deeply moved by her absence. We send out well wishes to her beloveds. RIP Carrie. You will be missed and remembered.

Carrie died in a car crash. Time’s too fast as you play it back.

I look up on the wall in front of me and it’s not all blank for the first time. It’ not just the plaster and color painted on the wall. My thoughts are being drawn out on the wall. I can see the signs. The signs Carrie left for me. It was not nothing.

For the first time my mind is racing at its highest on the left and completely empty and silent on the right.

PART 3 COMING SOON