When he dropped me off we kissed goodbye and he told me to call him as soon as I got home.
I got in my car, turned the ignition, and drove off off campus.
It was only 6pm but it felt so much later. I couldn't focus with the thought of what the little slip of paper told me, and the mystery guy who treated us to the cookies. It all made me question everything. Suddenly, my phone buzzed from my bag in the passenger seat. I sighed.
I think I made a wrong turn because the road I was on didn't seem familiar, at all. I tried to closer identify where I was and reached for my phone at the same time. Once I got ahold of it, I pulled it up and it was still buzzing. Usually it would've gone to voicemail by now. I read the caller ID. “MIA, DON’T DIE!”
I stupidly answered the call and just as that happened, my car jerked to a stop when a truck slammed into it! I heard the sounds of glass breaking, plastic snapping and the last thought I had was seeing my family after 18 years, before everything turned black.
To be continued…
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