31 July 2012
"WATCH IT!" I scream as his car swerves off the road. I heard when your in an accident everything moves in slow motion, but it happened so fast the next thing I knew I was hanging upside down from the car seat, the wind shield was shattered and large chunks of glass were sticking out of Ian's chest. I unbuckled clumsily and checked his wrist. No pulse. I got out of the car and tried to use my cell phone but it was destroyed on impact. We were out in the middle of no where, where was he taking me?? I stared back in the car, the body was gone. I had a sudden pang of fright. Where'd he go? "hello?" I said. I hate when people do that in horror movies like the killer will be all like "hey wuzzup man?" there was no noise other than crickets. THE LETTER! Pried the door open and there on the backseat was the music box. The truck was upside down so it was on the roof of the inside. And of course inside was the letter, not even torn a little bit. I ripped it open and inside it read "It's too bad about Ian" who was this person?? Another paper fell out of the envelope it read "84 Lovett Lane, 113 Pemmington Drive, NOW" those were and Alyssa's and my adresses...
The Burned Chapter 9 • Opuss № I