You Just Left Me There

     The day had been long, and pretty gloomy. It was one of those that you just can't wait for to end. My head was hurting and I just couldn't wait to clock out and go home. The clock, my enemy, seemed to slow down more the closer it was to the end of my shift. I tapped the counter with my nails, and felt giddy. I finally closed the store and trudged through the rain to my car. I climbed in and shivered while waiting for the heat to kick in. It was awfully cold for October. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove, not as slow as I should have. I wasn't really paying attention to the road, my head hurt and I was too out of it to really see the road. I had driven here thousands of times, and could do it in my sleep. My music was blaring, the rain plummeted down onto the roof of my car, and the loud thunder sent vibrations through my body. I looked up from my phone, and for a split second looked into the eyes of a girl standing in the middle of the road. The next second, my car was flying right into her. I slammed on my breaks, causing the car to fly into the ditch. I could not possibly care less about the car, I jumped out and ran to the road to see what had happened to the girl. She was in the ditch on the opposite side... at least her disfigured body was. The girl was clearly dead. I started making quick and short breaths. My entire body was shaking and I was soaked. I paced around and then fell to my knees and prayed, despite not having prayed since I was 9. I cried, and prayed as if my own life depended on it. I didn't know what to do, but as the sobs stopped, i realized just how cold I was. I  got back into my own car and turned the heater on full. My makeup was smeared down my face, and my hands were still shaking. 

"You just left me there."

My eyes widened and I spun around to see who said that. My car was empty. I was alone. I shook my head and shivered, I was hearing things. 

"You just LEFT me there." 

I shut my eyes and clutched my head in my shaking hands.

"You LEFT ME."

I opened my eyes and she was right there. In my passenger seat. Her face beat up, her hair and clothes soaked, and her limbs disgustingly dislocated. I reached for the door handle to run but she grabbed my arm, and once again repeated,

"You just left me there."

I shook my head, but no words came out. She had bruises covering her whole face and her nose was bleeding. I thought I recognized her, but the bruising was so intense that it was masking her identity. She kept repeating "You just left me there" over and over again. Even when I passed out, I could almost hear it in my subconsciousness. 

"Ma'am, stay with us."

"Open you eyes, look at me, can you look at me?"

"Ma'am! Ma'am, do you know where you are?"
"Do you know what your name is?"

My eyes slightly opened and the bright eyes made me feel nauseous. I blinked, and fell back into a deep sleep.

"She's lucky she's alive, that was a crazy wreck."

I could hear people talking, and I could hear a heart monitor. I opened my eyes. The doctor quickly walked over to me and shined a small light in my eyes. 

"You're awake. Do you know where you are? Do you know your name?"

It took me a second but when I remembered, I sat straight up. 

"Where is she? Where is that girl?"

The doctor looked at me with a concerned stare. He told me my car spun out of control, flew into a ditch, and hit a tree. He told me I was alone and knocked out cold when I was found. Mentioned several times how lucky I was to be alive. I asked him, even demanded, for him to tell me what happened to the other girl. He seemed to believe there was no other girl. He kept telling me I was alone. He looked at me with sympathy. I zoned out and looked away. 

"You weren't alone. You were with me. And you left me."

I didn't open my eyes. I recognized that voice.

"Look at me. You left me there, look at me!"

I opened my eyes. She was laying in bed right next to me. The doctor kept looking at me, as if he didn't see the girl next to me. As if he didn't see her mutilated body, as if he couldn't tell that she was hurt.

"Help her!"

I screamed. I started flailing, kicking, and yelling. "Help her, help her. I just left her there and now she's hurt. Help her!" The doctor shouted something and a group of nurses ran in, and held me down.

I kept whispering and asking them to help her, until I felt a needle plunge into my arm and the whole world went silent and black. But even then, I could see the girl sitting next to me, and saying,

"You just left me there."