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This is a new story I started writing, I thought I'd post it up here, just in case any of meh awesome wonderful gaia- friends wanted to read ;D

It’s always those days you wake up and take a deep breath with a sigh and say, it’s just like every other day or it’s going to be a good day, when you get that deep down feeling that something awful is going to happen.

That day I thought well isn’t it awfully sunny for five am? I was never a conventional thinker and I tended to stay away from the proverbial box, but this morning I just seemed a tad lazier than most mornings… Not enough sleep some would say, bad dreams, or stress, either way, I soldiered on to my shower and getting dressed, flashes of moments, and in no time I was in my car heading down the road to find my way like every other working class citizen did every morning to work their Nine to Five‘s, but in my case it was Seven to Five… twenty four hours really… wasn’t I lucky?

Lucky, there’s a superstitious term I had no right, nor want to believe in. To be lucky would mean that anything and everything that took place in my life brought me some sort of fortune, no matter the face it took.
Today it masqueraded as rain.

Slipping down the interstate at a whopping seventy five I was pretty sure the world was all perfect and as it should be, I like to take things such as common every day moments like these for granted, so when the first drop splattered across my window, I hardly noticed it was the only drop.

Then a car swerved in front of me, cutting me off like most idiots do when they think they’re in a hurry. I had no other choice but to jerk to the left, and blast that horn that seems so conveniently placed, it didn’t help that I spilt my coffee in the process…

The coffee stain now seeping into the interior of my floor board is what brought me to the immediate attention of my windshield and the barely there sound of ringing that seemed to grow higher in pitch until it was lost to my ears, but I didn’t care about the sound at that point… I was too busy staring at the rain drop that was growing.

Everything took place in slow motion, and someone once said “Thank god for the invention of seatbelts, and safe cars.” Safe cars would imply safe drivers to back them up and push their percentages through the roof, but we all know that isn’t going to or ever will happen, as for seatbelts, as much as I resent ever thinking god existed at this moment I was thanking god for the silly invention.

What I wasn’t expecting was the imploding glass as my windshield caved, normally I’d be logically thinking, the glass should shatter in little chunks, safe glass for safe cars… but this glass shattered like a mirror with sharp dagger edges and slivers that flew into my face, I distinctly remember screaming, and then feeling the sound rip from my throat as the car flipped over nothing, and crashed over and over until finally it stopped.

Now, on any other given time I would have thought hanging bleeding to death upside down in a car that I was pretty sure would go up in flames any moment… would have been one of those wild crazy moments where the world fogged over and you lost sanity…

I was wising for the fog…

My sanity was slipping away as everything hit me crystal clear.
I was at a rest, but my mind was spinning, hanging upside down I watched the blood fall and splatter across glass, and I could see the clear shards sticking out of my chest, I was cursing this life, and the next, and dreading what was to come as I dangled trapped by that invention I was thanking the so called god for earlier.
I wanted to move… but I couldn’t for the life of me, remember how to command my fingers to even twitch, I hung there, and I could hear voices, people shouting, I think they could see me, and knew I was still alive, they were calling for me… But I couldn’t even speak.

Hands managed to yank my door off the hinges, more reached and some tugged me while others shouted, then they left, and I panicked… I was going to die… alone.

Then one last brave soul shoved his arms in with a pocket knife, it slashed the belt around my body and he caught me as best he could, dragging me from the car, further still as heat rushed through the air, for a moment I thought I knew what heaven looked like, and it looked a lot like hell.

“You’ll be okay.” His soft angelic voice soothed over me much like that sandpaper way my cat’s tongue lapped at my fingers, it tickled sensations in my mind, and for a moment I remembered how to feel things. “But you had to die before you would believe, before you could truly see.”

Before I could try even for a moment, to say anything the EMT’s showed up right on time, their little blue outfits and their bright red bags… had me hauled into an ambulance with a complete stranger holding my hand as if we were lovers… He was telling me everything would be okay, but if I was going to die… how could everything be okay?!

I reached the hospital, and they pulled the glass from my chest.
Laying there on one of those fancy emergency bed with the blue sheets, men and women around me in green scrubs covered in blood looking confused and all together lost as the life blood spilled out of me much like a volcano would spout lava, bubbling up and rolling over itself clamoring to fall to the ground, be it the mind of melting rock or gravity, my blood was draining, and I was slipping away. Once over the appalling scene, the doctor rushed forward with cotton, but by that time it was too late…

It’s an odd sensation to watch yourself die, or to feel the life suck right out without a final hug or goodbye nothing… no pain, thankfully but… it was a deep down horrifying ach that left me feeling so empty I wanted to die again.
They tried everything, the defibrillator, CPR, adrenalin… everything.
I was pronounced dead by Seven a.m. I bet my boss was wondering what the hell was taking me so long, and how abnormal it was for her top employee at a small publishing firm to be late.

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