Awakened - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Samara rolled over and hung her long slender legs over the edge of the bed.  Pain shot through her hip as she tried to stand.  Reaching for the nightstand, Samara steadied herself making her way to the bathroom.  The air was cool, and she could tell without looking that it was still early.  The night covered the sky, and darkness filled her home.

She staggered towards the bathroom, holding onto the bed rails and furniture to prevent putting weight on her injured leg.  Limping into the bathroom, flipping on the light, Samara stood solemnly in front of the bathroom sink.  Gazing at the mirror, she noticed her drooping right eye, and the scar extending the length of her brow.  Cupping the scar with her hand, she remembered the cosmetic surgeon telling her the scars would heal, and be almost unnoticeable in no time.  But for now, looking at her reflection brought forth painful memories, and the agonizing realization of what had happened.

She balanced herself on her uninjured leg, as the memories flooded her mind causing her to feel faint, dizzy.  She reached and grabbed the edge of the sink as reality sank in.  Samara’s heart began to race rapidly, and a huge lump formed in her throat. 

Samara’s world began to spin, and the floor was vanishing beneath her.  She lost her grasp, stumbled, and fell onto the cold, tiled bathroom floor.  Her mind went dark, then light again.  Sobbing, Samara felt a scream escape her.  A moment of silence, then she heard the screams of her family, the screeching sound of tires, and metal on metal! The shear memory of the accident had overwhelmed her, and taken possession of her emotions.  “Why,  OH, GOD…. Why….!!!!”  She was there, at the scene of the accident once again.  This time, instead of being trapped inside the vehicle, she was standing there watching as the emergency workers diligently worked to free her and her family from their crushed Four Door Ford F150.  That truck… her husband loved it.  What was once an eye-catching, waxed and polished white four door truck, with chromed rims and tinted windows, was now a crumbled, unrecognizable mound of metal and shattered glass. 

Samara could see emergency workers opening the vehicle with jaws-of-life, and paramedics working vigorously to resuscitate her husband.  His long muscular body was stretched out on the ground.  She could see that his once white t-shirt was covered with blood, and his strong legs now looked crumpled, and awkward.  Where once had been a mass of beautiful dark hair, looked like an inflamed balloon of flesh.  Her husband’s eyes were swollen shut, and blood poured from his nostrils and mouth.  Samara sobbed, and reached her arms desperately toward him, only to grasp air; nothingness.  Suddenly, it dawned on her;  where are the children?  She looked frantically around the tangled mess of cars.  Lights from the ambulance and emergency vehicles were bouncing off broken glass, and jagged metal.  She was becoming frantic, and confused.  Once again, everything receded into darkness.

When Samara came to, daylight spilled through the windows.  Her cheek ached from where it had collided with the bathroom floor.  As she forced her body from the cold, damp tile, Samara checked her reflection in the mirror.  Her face streaked with tears; she forgot what she had come in there to do.  Now swollen, her cheek forced her eye closed, and now her left eye matched the droopiness of the right.  Samara grabbed the bottle of pain killers; she shakily popped two in her mouth, and threw back a cup of water.  Carefully she made her way back to bed.  Sleep, she only wanted to sleep; to go back to a place of happier times.