| Fan Fiction |
by Isa
a heavy pain buried inside her heart, as cars rushed past
her, and the sound of police sirens wailed. Puddles of
water were scattered across the sidewalk from the previous
hour’s rain. She did not even bother to try and step
around the puddles. As she stepped on them, the water did
not splash very much, being that her steps were light and
not enough to cause the water to splash high and in every
direction. People passed by her, as they walked the
opposite way. Some curiously glanced at her as she let out
a long sigh. “I’m sorry.” Who knew two words could have
such an emotional effect on her? Only the day before, a
doctor had said those words to her. Her boyfriend of three
years had not survived in surgery, when a medical team had
tried to save him. He suffered from glass shards having
been embedded into his back, and a sharp blow to the
head. “It wasn’t supposed to be him.” She thought sadly.
She reached her apartment building and sat down at the
very bottom step, remembering what happened the previous
day. Her boyfriend had been driving her home. It was
raining hard that evening, although it was only five in
the afternoon, and the sky was pitch black, as raindrops
pounded on the roof of his car loudly, as well as on the
windows and the hood of his car, as the windshield wipers,
moved back and forth, trying to clear the windshield as
best as they could. Even the de-fogger was on, but it was
still hard to see in front of them. He drove slowly and
cautiously, as did the other cars behind him. They came to
a red light and stopped for a moment. She sat in the
right passenger’s seat, and turned to face him, worry in
her light brown eyes. He turned to face her as well.
“I really don’t like this kind of weather.” She told him.
He nodded and reassuringly placed his hand over hers. She
gave him a small smile. He smiled back at her, then
slowly let go of her hand, placing both hands back on the
steering wheel, as they both faced forward again. The
light turned green and he started driving slowly, but then
suddenly came to an abrupt stop, causing the car behind
them to bump the back of his car slightly, and the person
behind them honked, irritated. “Oppa. Why did you stop?”
She asked him, then faced forward. “Look.” He told her.
She looked through the windshield to see another car that
was driving quickly towards them, and her eyes widened.
They were in the middle of the intersection and all four
sides of the cross streets were blocked with cars.
They had nowhere to go. Fear started to overcome as she
realized what was happening. The car started to come
closer to them. Just as it was about to crash into them,
her boyfriend quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and moved
over to her side, wrapping his arms around her tightly,
burying her face in his chest. The next thing she knew she
felt a huge push on the front of the car, as glass
shattered into millions of pieces, and the air bags had
deployed a little too late. She screamed as she felt his
body go limp and he released his hold on her. She had a
few minor scratches, but looked at her boyfriend who had
slumped over to one side, in horror. She could see glass
shards had been embedded into his back, and blood was
coming out from the back of his head. She quickly looked
around the badly damaged car for her cell phone, but
couldn’t find it. The next thing she knew police sirens
and an ambulance wailed down the street. Someone around
must have called them. Suddenly medical officials and
police surrounded her boyfriend’s car, and the car that
had hit them. A kind looking women helped her out of the
car, and they pulled her boyfriend out of the car as well,
placing him on a stretcher. She hopped onto the back of
the ambulance, as she looked down at her boyfriend
worriedly, as an oxygen mask was placed over his mouth.
Hours later, a doctor came out of the operating room. She
stood up quickly, waiting for his news. “I’m sorry.” He
told her. Her legs gave way as she crumpled to the floor
on her knees, sobbing. “No.” She thought, helplessly. “It
can’t be.” She thought, in disbelief. But when they
allowed her to see him, she knew it was the truth. He had
not made it in surgery. He died because he had saved her.
He was gone. And she didn’t even get to say goodbye. The
girl sat on the bottom step of her apartment building,
starting to cry, as tears streamed down her cheeks. Two
weeks ago, he had announced that he had made it into
Stanford. She was so proud of him. He was going to pursue
a career in the medical field. Now he would never get the
chance. They shared so many dreams together, but now her
job was to contact his family and friends and start
planning the funeral. She sighed. “Jagiya.” She looked up,
having sworn she could have heard him whisper to her.
Across The street, she saw his figure, looking at her,
that smile of his, and that all too familiar gaze. She got
up from the step and ran across the street, but he had
disappeared. She knew she was only imagining him there.
And that all she had left was a memory.
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Isabel Santos Copyright 2009.
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