My eyes were watering and a scream was caught in my throat. The powder from the airbag choked me and I tried bringing pure oxygen into my lungs by pushing open the car door and breathing in the cool night air. My hands were shaking and I still hadn't shut the car off. I tried to, but didn't have it in park.
I told myself to calm down. I put my car into park, then turned off the key. The engine was still buzzing and I was still choking on the powder. I un-clicked my seatbelt and tumbled out of the car. My tears were falling now, and all I could think was "How am I alive? What just happened?" There was blood on the cement, coming from my forehead. A cry escaped my lips and I fumbled to get up. I looked up towards the other car that I had impacted with. There wasn't much movement that I could see, and my heart started hammering.
"No... no no no no no no..." I cried, starting to crawl over to the car, then pulling myself up and scrambling over to the driver side window. The man, probably around his 60's, was still breathing. He looked at me, his face was bloodied, and I started crying. "I'm sorry! I'm so so sorry." I pulled open the door and un-clicked his seatbelt. "I'm calling an ambulance, okay? You're going to be okay, I promise." I tried to sound reassuring, but I think I just sounded incompetent.
My hands were shaking even harder now as I pressed the 3 memorized numbers for the police. I could feel a little blood trickle down my forehead, but it was nothing compared to the other drivers. I looked at him, and he was still breathing heavy. My voice was shaky as I told the dispatcher of the location and that we needed an ambulance and to hurry. Our cars were in the middle of a desolate street area; a head on collision. I had just hung up with the dispatcher when I saw a dark shape against the night sky. Wings. Hovering, then disappearing when I saw them.
My heart pounding subsided a little more.
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I was lying in my bed on my side, holding an ice pack to my head, thinking about the accident. It should have been much worse. The road was especially dark. No streetlights or lamps. The other car didn't have his head lights on, but we were both going the speed limit, 40mph. Still, someone who was in a head on collision shouldn't come out with only a trickle of blood down her forehead and a hurt hand.
I was so lucky to be okay. I kept crying, thinking of the old man. What if I was going faster? He could've been dead. I could've died. My parents were filled with relief when I called them and told them I wasn't physically hurt. But my mom could tell by my voice that nothing was really "okay", and they came and picked me up. Of course, they were just happy I was alright, but I knew that tomorrow I'd be getting a huge lecture about the responsibility that comes with driving a car. As if I didn't know such things, having my license over a year and a half.
Suddenly, strong arms enveloped me from behind. I felt his cool breath by my ear, and I instantly felt better. "I'm here, honey. I'm here." Seth pressed me against his chest while I continued to cry, thinking of all the possibilities and "what if's" of the night. His hands rubbed my arms and back, trying to get me to calm down, but it really had no effect. I was starting to get hysterical again. I was hiccupping and trying to talk and ask questions to no particular person or for no particular reason. My pillow was starting to get tear stained, and I was trying to stifle my sobs. It was near 2am, and my parents were in bed, thinking I was safely tucked away from any other horrors that could find me.
Seth's arms constricted protectively around me, and I knew what he was thinking. I knew he was closing his eyes, pressing his cheek into my hair, and thinking that for the umpteenth time, he'd almost lost me.
Seth's job was simple in theory. Don't let me die. As a Fallen angel turned Guardian angel, he was assigned to protecting the one life that he'd fallen for. He'd never told me why he'd Fallen. I suspect Seth has done terrible things in the past, things that would make me cringe away from him. While I am curious about them, I can tell that whenever I ask, he knows that if he tells me, I won't look at him the same. I don't like to think that's true, but it could very well be.
As it turns out, I'm a magnet for catastrophe, and everything bad in the world seems to gravitate towards me. Two years ago, when I didn't know Seth was my Guardian angel, I'd been caught in the crossfire of a gun fight in a bad part of town. Then, I'd almost fallen to my death while rock climbing. Then, after finding Seth, and ultimately falling in love with him in a short 2 month period, I'd almost drowned in the ocean while vacationing in Maine. And now, a near fatal car accident. My parents were considering locking me inside a bubble for the rest of my life.
I didn't know Seth was my Guardian until about a year after I'd met him. I thought he was dangerous at first. He was tall, wore mostly dark colors, but wasn't "gothic" by any means. He was just cold and mysterious. He seemed like the dangerous type. Mostly kept to himself. Except that he always seemed to be where ever I was. And he always looked like he wanted to protect me from everything.
After getting to know him in one of my classes, we'd started dating. I was never supposed to find out about him. It was when we were in my bed, and my hands were wandering up his back that I felt them. The indents in his back in the shape of an upside down V.
I'd first guessed Batman. After he laughed at me for that, I'd put a little more thought into it and came up with the right answer the second time. It made sense when you put the clues together.