Storm POV
'No, no, quicker. Move, shift your legs, quickly, NOOOOOOO.'
Sweating and running, getting nowhere close to the truck, it was like I was running on the spot, needing to get closer to the truck. I was having another version of the accident, have been having them all night, each with a different scenario. Sometimes I make it on time to save her from being hurt, other times I don't make it on time, and she dies. Each time is nothing like what really happened, and my mind was playing tricks on me.
Tried to sit up, but was entwined in my bedding, and struggled to get out of it. I was covered in sweat and felt like I hadn't slept at all. Got out of bed, hit the bathroom, did my morning routine, and headed downstairs, in jeans, shirt, boots, and cut. That will have to do. Mum said we
