Amnesia-Prologue (trial)

No one thinks that their life can change in 20 seconds, but sometimes it does.

 Cheyenne sat at a red light, impatiently thrumming her fingers on the steering wheel. She glared at the red light and sighed. She was the only car on the road at this time in the morning and still she managed to catch the light. Looking left and then right, she began to debate just going through the light, when it finally changed to green. But, before she was able to pull away something hit the side of her car, hard, causing her to about jump out of her skin.

And that’s when the screaming started.

 Cheyenne sat stunned for a second looking at the half naked woman banging on her car and screaming at the top of her lungs for help. Without thinking, she unlocked the door and let the woman in. It took a second for Cheyenne to register that the woman was practically covered in blood, and tried to calm her down enough to get some answers from her. “What the hell has happened to you?”

Before the woman could answer, an engine revved high and caught Cheyenne’s attention. “Shit.” Was all she got out before her world began to spin. Her head snapped to the side as the truck hit the back end of her car. Cheyenne felt the window crack as her head hit it, and the seatbelt held her body in place. It all felt like slow motion, but could have only been a few seconds.

Sitting there dazed, Cheyenne glanced over at the woman and seen her with her head on the dashboard. She reached over to shake the woman’s shoulder, “Hey, are you okay?” Nothing, shaking a little bit harder, “Hey….hey lady. Wake up, you’re bleeding all over my dash.” Swallowing a small bout of hysteria, and trying not to laugh at the absurdity of the statement she just made, she tries to get the woman to answer again, only to be rewarded by the woman almost biting off her fingers. “What the-?!”

Suddenly, the car was flooded with light, and for a second Cheyenne thought it could be the police and was relieved, but something told her to move. She started the car, surprised that it caught at once and floored the gas pedal. She was rewarded with hearing tires squeal to a stop, and risked a peek up into her review, to see a truck across the road where she just was.

“I’m not sure what you are into, lady. But, I don’t really want to know. I don’t know where you came from, or what is going on. But, I’m not ready to die for helping someone. I know that is selfish, I can’t help that. I’m going to try to get you to a hospital, and then I am as good as gone.“ Cheyenne felt herself rambling, and couldn’t help it. Something like this had never happened to her.

A scream tore from her throat as she was hit from behind. “Oh please, oh please. Just let me get out of this.” Another hit from behind. “Where is everyone? Can’t anyone hear this?” Cheyenne looked up into her mirror and her eyes widened, the truck was further back, but she could tell it was just giving space to get a good running start. Panic, that’s all she could do. There was nowhere to go, and no one seemed to be out. Small moans were coming from the passenger seat. “I’m sorry I wasn’t the help you were looking for.”

Cheyenne tried to brace as best as she could for the next hit, for surely her car couldn’t take much more of this abuse, except, the hit didn’t come. Risking a look behind her, she realized the truck had been joined by another set of headlights and was now tailing close behind her. Afraid to sigh in relief at the temporary reprieve, Cheyenne quickly tried to get her bearings to figure out the best way to get to either the cops or the hospital. Stifling a groan, she realized that she was going to have to turn to get to the hospital, which could mean losing the safety of the third car. Because, for surely that was the reason for the truck stopping it’s onslaught.

The light up ahead was changing from green to yellow, and yellow to red. Taking a deep breath in and hoping for no cross traffic, Cheyenne hit the gas and spun into a left turn. Hoping that she caught the driver of the truck unawares, she took an immediate right and then a left. The hospital came into sight, just as headlights filled her car again.

Cheyenne sped up and pulled the steering wheel hard to the right, causing the bleeding woman to fall into her. But, was rewarded with making it into the emergency entrance of the hospital, the light of which blinding her temporarily. When her vision cleared, she seen the truck turn a corner up ahead and disappear.

Cheyenne looked over and noticed the nurse with a shocked look on her face. Pressing the button for the passenger window, she called out, “A little help here, please?” and promptly passed out.

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