8 months ago...
I’m in the backseat of the car looking out the window, my breath fogging a circle so I draw a smiling face. I’m excited to go to grandma’s house. I haven’t seen her in a while, and I get to miss school for three days. Lost in my thoughts I don’t even realize what’s going on when my mom yells “Travis!” “There’s someone in the road! Stop!” she screamed.
“I’m trying it won’t stop.” Mom screams, I scream, dad swerves, and the impact is terrible. We go through the rail and crash through the woods. I feel a deep pain in my side ripping through me. I scream. The next thing I know I’m on the floor not in any pain anymore. I look to my left and see the car smash so bad I know there’s no way they’re going to be okay. I scream again and sit up.
“ Easy, easy” I flinch. There was a boy sitting next to me. I went to scream again but he cups his hand over my mouth.
“ It’s ok, it’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.” I feel my side and there’s no blood.
” How did you…”
“ You’ll be ok Haven, I love you” he kisses me on the cheek. I close my eyes and when I open them again I’m in the car, the boy is gone, but my side is just fine the ambulance came and the rest is a blur.
I woke up in the hospital “Where are my parents?” I ask the nurse who brought in my food.
She pauses for a moment the sighs “Oh honey they um they didn’t make it through the crash you were the only one to survive.”
I cry. I don’t care how ridiculous I look. I cry so hard. In three weeks I went to court and the judge agreed not to put me in foster care as long as I behaved and didn’t get in any legal trouble. They offered me an apartment and the same amount of money that I would get if I were in foster care. After court, I couldn’t get the boy out of my head. Eventually, I convinced myself that I imagined it and that the doctors stitched my wound while I was on meds.
Every so often I have dreams about that night and he’s there again helping me kissing me and dispersing and every time it happens I wake up in a cold sweat or screaming. I’m having the dream again and when I look at the car I scream again then somebody starts to chant my name. Haven, haven, haven, the chant gets louder. I wake up in the classroom just like last time. Mr. Beckett is hovering over me with half the class telling me to wake up, the other half laughing at me. a few of them are filming.
“It’s ok.” he says “It was just a dream.” But I know it’s not ok because it happens every time I close my eyes instead of saying that I just nod. He excused me for the rest of my classes and told me to go home. I see my best friend Nicole in the back mouthing it’s ok to me as I walk out the door.