"I can't believe this is happening!!" Miranda screamed into the phone before she slammed it down. The sudden movement made her lose sight of the road. When she looked up it was too late, the light had turned red and she was about to be side swiped by a city bus. She slammed on her brakes. The bus honked. She whipped her head around just in time to see a dark green sedan collide into her passenger door... Then the bus. As the cars around jolted to a stop, Miranda looked around to see the damage she had caused teh world was gliding in slow motion. A woman screamed as she lifted her three year old daughters lifeless body off of the hood of her car. Her hair was already covered with dark red liquid and her face was so smeared and smashed it was hardly recognizable. Obviously the little girl had not been buckled in properly.
There were screams from passengers in the bus, that was now neatly packed between two cars and a light pole. The engine was still smoking and they were trapped. Pounding on the windows and screaming to no avail.
A man in a red mustand was also stuck in his vehicle. He was already on his cell phone calling the police. He seemed to be ok, but he was not sure about the woman in front of him.
Miranda tried to exit her car. How could she let this happen? This whole catastrophe over an argument regarding her dry cleaning? It wouldn't be done till tomorrow... Something about a mix up. What was it to her now? Her drycleaning seemed so far away. She could not rip her eyes from the mother grieving for her daughter. She was covered in blood, but did not care. She sat there hugging her, crying, and pleading that it was not so. Her wailing was far louder than all of the sounds. Miranda noticed that she could hear everything clearly. Once at a time, the people talking. The woman grieving, "No not my baby!!"... The people on the bus, "Let us out!!", and the man on the cell phone talking to the police, "No I don't know how many people...". She could hear everything so clearly, it wouldn't stop. Then a new voice. One that was quiet, scared, and alone. There was a slight echo, as if from a distance. Miranda looked around to see where it was coming from. The bus? The other cars? No where was there a face to fit the voice. "Where is that coming from?", Miranda wondered. She heard it again, softly crying now, "Mama, I can't find you mama..." "It's going to be ok", Miranda said almost to herself. And then she realized, it was the voice of the girl.. "She's alive?" Miranda questioned, "I hear her, she's alive" At this revelation Miranda pounded on her door harder with no luck. She had to help, but didn't know how. She couldn't get out. Suddenly she remembered her cell phone and picked it up. It was dead. "Mama, where am I mama?" cried the little voice again. Miranda knew she could hear her and everone for reason, she had to do something. She picked up the heal of her shoe and began to shatter the glass the was left in her window. When there was room enough for her waif like body to fit out, she crawled out, and on the hood of another car. She frantically freed herself, afraid that the voice would soon die out... "I can't see anything, where 'm I?" the voice pleaded.. Miranda ran over to the woman holding the little girl. "Let me have her", Miranda said. "No, not my baby, you can't she's gone, You can't help" " I'm a doctor, I can help" Miranda said as she took the child from her mother's arms. "It's going to be ok" Miranda mutered to herself, not knowing quite what to do. The toddler was beyond help. She was mangled, her body twisted like an aged tree. Her eyes had no more sparkle, and her body had the distinct stillness of a dead person. She placed the girl on the ground, laying flat, and put her hands upon her chest. She could hear the small voice still in her head, asking for direction... but knew not what to do. "Help me" it whimpered. "I'm trying, if only you could hear me" "I can hear you, who are you?"
Miranda tried more to clear her head so that she could concentrate only on the small voice. She could not tune everything out, but could at least make the others dim. "I'm here, come to me. Your mother is here, waiting for you to come to her" "Scared" was the only reply. "We are, but you need to come here" "Where?" "Follow my voice, child" **nothing** "Child" **nothing** There is no need to be scared, thought Miranda. But what could she do? Then there was this feeling, the same that she had felt since she was a child when she was scared herself. She imagined herself, who too was scared. She set in the darkness, and saw nothing. Then from the corner, there she was. A small girl with blond hair. There was no blood. There were no clothes. A naked girl in the middle of nothing, trapped by fear itself. Without even knowing what she was thinking or doing she picked up the child and brought her back. She imagined placing her in her surroundings in her body. She imagined her there now as well.
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