Laying in bed, a sixteen year old girl stared wearily at a white ceiling. Sleep, she had forgotten what it felt like to sleep without waking up screaming in the middle of the nite. Tonite, like every other, she would regret making the decision to close her eyes. Dreams would be interrupted by images and memories of that nite, and the blank, brown eyes of the other driver.
"Does God hate me?"
Blinking quickly, she tried to shift her body, but that was made hard with a pair of legs that don't move. Letting out a loud sigh, she heard her sister's voice in her ear.
"You must be loving this, all the attention you could want. Just because you can't walk. What about me? I'm the dead one, why aren't people making a huge fuss over me?"
Jinx was use to hearing things like this, doctor said it was just survivor guilt, but sometimes, if she focused enough on the voice, she swore she could see her sister. Ever morning, when she looked in the mirror, she saw her sister, just three years younger. Jinx started to dye her hair orange after the accident, her mother didn't care, and it was a way to deal with the guilt. Shaking her head slightly, she let out a small sigh. Thoughts swarm in her head but didn't connect, maybe if she was lucky, she'd stay up this evening and never go asleep. The clock next to her flashed a bright red 10:30 at her, as if telling her she needed to sleep. About to let her fragile eyelid, the other covered by a thin, black eye patch. The eye patch covered her glass eye, which she thought was too scary to look at. It was even the wrong color. Suddenly, a loud knock on the door from the front door, woke her from the undelightful thoughts of hers.
Hearing her mother open the door, Jinx made sure she could hear what was going on.
"Hello?"
"Good evening 'mam, is Jinx still awake?"
"It's already evening, shouldn't you be at home?"
"Yes 'mam, just have something I had to drop off. See we are doing this project together an-"
There was the noise of footsteps and then her door opened. She had at least expected her mother to follow him into the room, but she was no where to be seen. Instead, a boy, older then her, stood there, deep and bright brown eyes. His almost shoulder length hair was that shade of brown that was almost blonde, and he smiled faintly at the site of her. But Jinx knew that face all too well, it haunted her dreams, her very existence. This was the passenger of the other car. Jinx was on the verge of screaming, but her throat just seem to be choked as she blinked her eyes.
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Cursed World
After an serious injury that left her permanently paralysis from the waist down and her 'sister' dead, Jinx is struggling in a world where her limitation prevents her from her one true talent, dancing. As angels smile upon her, she has her gift grant
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