Hilarie Walsh’s Day Off
BLOOD. THERE WAS SO much blood, enough to swim in, to drown in.
“No, no, no,” Hilarie said, sobbing as she watched her parents bleed to death. “No, no, no!” She wanted to run to them, to help them, but goddamn it, her feet wouldn’t budge. All she could do was cry uselessly as her parents died before her eyes.
Get them to the hospital! You stupid girl, get them to the hospital! she screamed at herself as she stared at the wreckage; at what remained of the Ford car, and of her mother and father.
But she couldn’t do a damn thing—because she wasn’t here, because she wasn’t with her parents in their last moments.
Because they were already dead.
She gasped as she woke up.
“Hey,” Eric said gently, wiping her wet cheek. “Are you okay?”
She willed her heartbeat to re
