What it revealed was something that could have come from a nightmare. Blood was spewed all over the road, glass coating it. The smell of iron filled the air. I follow the trail of red liquid that once flowed thick and scarlet in someone's veins to only find an acute but growing crowd hovering over someone. Behind a couple people I could see Dr. Thomas doing something, but what was it?

I maneuver my body through the second, smaller gathering of about six to eight people surrounding something. It isn't as hard as the first one, but this group seems to only be made up of people who are a foot taller than me. I raise my self as much as I can onto my toes to the point where my feet are stretching themselves out along with every vein in them. Just because I am practically as short as a leprechaun compare to these giants. Ugh, how am I going to get through? This tribal circle of bystanders won't move, they're surrounding this thing with blood dripping out of it. Maybe it is time to try a different approach?

I bend me knees a small bit and thrust my self into the air. My heals rolling off the ground first, followed by my toes. Every second I feel my self getting further away from the ground, as if I'm flying and just launched my self off the ground. Higher I go, getting closer to the sky, to heaven, and space; until I reached as high as my body will go. Gravity pauses for not even a second, and this is when I am finally been able to see what the source of all this scarlet blood is from. Past a guy's shoulder, I am able to see only a flash of it, but I still caught enough to analyze what the horror has released.

A woman are lying on the side of the road, bleeding, bad. I couldn't tell how bad, but all I saw was dark blood pulsating out these women's stomach, seeping through her fingers. Dr. Thomas is on the other side of her examining the wound. I don't think he can do much from here, even if he is a doctor, he doesn't have the proper equipment.

My body immediately starts to fall, gravity has turned back on. My long hair can't seem to keep up and falls behind. The ends flying up, getting in my face, while my body preparing for impact on the ground. Toes first, hitting the pavement causing my shoes to crease. The rest land, the ball of my foot to my heal so fast it would be considered all at once. The shock of my heal landing travels up my body, my hair catches up and falls upon my face and shoulders. Strands fall onto my face, blocking my vision. With my head whipping back, my hair falls into place.

Then that is when it hits me; the sight I just saw. I didn't think of it at first, but reality slapped me and made me realize, that women is really dying. I step away from the crowd reliving that image over again, once, twice, multiple times. Flashes of the women I just saw lying on the ground floods my mind. The blood seeping through her fingers trigger something. My heart beat quickens, heat takes over my body, leaving a damp layer of my bodies perspiration on me. My lungs decide that it doesn't need oxygen anymore, so it cuts off all supply, just to be proven wrong the next second; and this is that second. Fear, worry, anxiety, they all overflow in me. I feel too many emotions all at once. My mind is feeding off the stress of my body, with every second this ranging monster in my mind grows. It is now growing to the point where my legs are becoming noodles. Every muscle n my legs have vanished. Before I end of falling, manage to find a brick wall a few feet from the scene and slide down the hard, rough bricks. The noise of the world magnifies almost a hundred percent, with people driving, calling the cps, and talking about these women.

With my head in between my legs, I try to calm myself down. Breathe in. Breathe out. Repeat. I repeat the same process for a couple more times to calm my nerves, but when did everything went quiet.

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