Genre: YA Dark Contemporary
Red and blue lights dance off the roof of my mother’s car.
I groan and lean back against the seat. The movement makes my head spin and my stomach rolls. My heart beat pounds inside my skull and it feels like my brain is about to beat right through the bone.
Pushing against the steering wheel, I try to shift into a more comfortable position. My hand slips and my elbow slams into the door next to me. I grunt and cradle my arm against my chest, trying to focus on my fingers through blurry vision. Red paint covers my hand and is smeared across my shirt, the fabric clinging to my skin. It’s sticky and uncomfortable. I frown, unable to remember the last time I painted something.
The cracks in the windshield distort my vision and I squint in an attempt to make out my surroundings in the dark. A tree has sprouted through the hood of the car, its branches splayed across the glass. The headlights illuminate more trees in their path. Why the hell was I painting in the middle of a forest?
A distant memory floods my consciousness. Lily. My dad. Panic seizes my body and I struggle to breathe as my lungs spasm.
I claw frantically at the seat belt, but it won’t release. Desperate to escape, I pull on the door handle, but the door is wedged close. A tree leans against the other side of the twisted metal, ensuring I stay imprisoned in my metal grave.