Shay:
Oblivion pressed in around me, dense and suffocating. Fragments of sound and light swirled through the darkness—tires screeching, glass shattering, metal grinding. I stood somewhere between consciousness and nothingness, unable to move, but keenly aware something was terribly wrong. My heart pounded in my chest, each thud echoing like a distant drumbeat in a vast, empty field.
Suddenly, I was back in the car, strapped tightly into the driver’s seat. Confusion twisted my thoughts, making it impossible to recall details. All I knew was that everything was about to go horribly, horribly wrong.
A mirror flickered in front of me—my rearview mirror. In it, I saw my own face, streaked with blood, wide-eyed with terror. It was as if I were watching someone else’s panic, yet the woman in t
