“Willow come on please, I don't have the time...” She rolled her eyes, knowing he would always wait for her.
“I have to drop you off and get back so I can pick up your ma for her bleedin' book club. So can you get a bloody move on!”
They sat in the car; side by side, silent and contemplative. Like father like daughter, Willow knew Noah didn't need to talk. She knew he was okay with sitting in the quiet, it helped him think.
Noah Brady was a curious man. He knew about his daughters' love for the faeries, and he also knew better than to question it. His golden brown eyes had seen more than a man his age should. The wrinkles by them had come to show laughter and love, rather than the pain he had faced.
With a glance to his left he watched the sadness from his daughter's face melt away as her eyes took in the Shannon. The way the water stretched across the fields, full of rapture and elegance. It enticed her. He saw how she embraced everything nature had to give them, and how she took nothing for granted. He knew in Willow's mind she was thanking her friends, those faeries for making everything she saw.
The peace was never going to last as a truck swerved around the corner. The road becoming too narrow for both vehicles. A screech of brakes. A scream stuck in her throat. Metal against metal. The sickening sound of flesh and bones crushing. It wasn't right. It wasn't real. But she saw it play out in her mind like some morbid fantasy. The world spinning round, metal and flesh mangling together like some bloody kaleidoscope. Then the pain sliced through the haze and she knew it was real.
She opened her eyes. How could such an insignificant action hurt so much. Inhale. Pain. Exhale; slowly. Still pain. Agony. Every muscle in her body ached. Every bone in her body hurt.
She knew that feeling pain was a good sign. It meant she could still feel. But the ability to move was a different story. Willow willed herself to take in her surroundings. Her eyes scanning the remains of the car.
She saw metal. Metal and and fabric. Merged together as one; total opposites. Something wasn't right, she knew that. But what, she couldn't put a finger on.
With a glance to her right, the sight she took in made her heart stop. Blood, everywhere. Red and wet. It covered her fathers beautiful face. Every wrinkle, every nook and cranny of his face was covered in it. His eyes were closed, he looked almost peaceful. In a split second she wondered if he was asleep. What a sadistic thought, she would have laughed, if she wasn't in so much pain.
She knew she had to get out, the sickening repetitive sound of dripping was a constant deadly threat. Her voice was still stuck in her throat. Crying for help wasn't an option. Adrenaline began to pump through her veins, she was alive. No doubt about that. But for how long?
In a shadow of the wreck, Willow saw a light. Just one, solitary light in the darkness of the car, of her mind. A light; a hope. She closed her eyes, the comforting acherontic darkness, closing in around her. Wishing and praying the light was gone. Slowly, the heavy weight on her lids lifted, and she was surrounded by the glow.
Everywhere. Light. All the shadows, all the darkness was illuminated. Her mind raced.
Was this it; death? Did you just lie in the pain, unable to move, until the angels came to blind you from the real horror. They were so bright. So blinding, this couldn't be the end.
Sirens. Light. Quiet. Movement. Lots of movement. And she could hear voices. All around her there were voices.
Her brain was telling her arm to move, her fingertips feeling the grass. It was comforting. If she could feel it, she wasn't dead.
Her eyelids lifted and the sunlight blinded her. It was so bright, so fresh. Such a change from the dark. She saw the car, the wreck and she remembered. She remembered the pain, and the blood. All of the blood, red and shining. That image of her father, Noah, in the car with all that blood, it wouldn't leave her mind and the realisation of it all sunk in.
All she could see was the car upside down, the truck on its side. It all looked so unnatural. It wasn't right, she should be in there, she should be dead.
Something saved her. Pulled her from the car. That was obvious. But who; what? They'd hauled her weak body out of the mess, but left her father. Noah. She felt hands over her then. Safe and strong. Ambulance paramedics' voices crowded her. But she didn't hear a word. Only one thing, one person mattered.