Snippet #905863

((So, I'm not sure we've stated any specifics, but I'll just run with this and if there happens to be any problems, I'll fix it ^-^))

"I need you to tell me everything you saw. Did you get a look inside the car that hit you? Did you see anything at all?" Marcus asked. Of course, it wasn't really Marcus, but Christi had no trouble believing it was. His voice was the same, his eyes were the same, his face was the same; in all appearances it was Marcus, her beloved brother. "Tell me everything."

Christi bit her lip and studied him, looking somewhat frightened and confused. "I. . . I. . .I didn't really see anything. The car. . . the car. . ." she pondered like a small child. "It was. . . small, low to the ground? The headlights were near the ground. It. . .It broke my legs, Marcus," she looked at her legs with a hurt look to her eyes. "I hit my head and I don't remember anything else. I just saw the person when I was falling. . . does. . . does that help, Marcus?" she asked innocently.

"Christi, your mother's freaking out. Listen, I know you don't want to, but I need you to come home. Please," her father pleaded through the phone. It was just after her mother had verbally accused Christi of murdering Marcus, but the night was falling fast. She'd walked out, going to walk through town, unsure of where she would stay.

"She doesn't care about me. Why would she want me back home?" she retorded, tears streaming down her face.

"Please, come home."

"I might," she snapped and shut the phone. She began walking slowly towards her house. She couldn't believe she was giving into this mess. But it was awfully cold.

The sun set as she gained a few miles down the road, the town lights being her only light to walk by. Realizing she had to cross the street, the town long deserted in this area, she went ahead and crossed it. Unfortunately, she wouldn't get very far. . .

A small car, the headlights near the ground came around the corner. Christi thought it would stop, but instead it sped up. Afraid she moved out of the way and flipped off the driver, not in the mood to care what they thought of her vulgar gesture. She shook her head and kept moving, now on the sidewalk near closed, old buildings.

Christi ducked a low hanging sign, but tripped over a box that she hadn't previously seen. She cursed herself and tried to stand up, successfully twisting her ankle as her foot slipped on the curb. She got and brushed herself off, unsure of what the hell her problem was tonight. Giving up on walking on the trashy sidewalk, she looked around for the car. She didn't see it, so she walked onto the road, sure she would be okay, even though her ankle really hurt.

The squealing of tires in the distance cuaght her attention, but as she turned, she was blinded by bright headlights, even though they were near the ground. Shocked, she couldn't move. The car collided with her, snapping her legs with the grill of the car. It halted and she fell backwards, hitting her head and seeing nothing more.

((Typical story, but it works for her.))