Deal

"Let's make a deal."

My eye's shot open, my breathing ragged and labored, my body covered in a thin layer of sweat. That dream again, the one that plays on repeat, that single phrase that changed my everything in a single moment, the one that completely changed my life... or better yet, gave me a whole second chance at it.

-Two years earlier-

"Rowyn! Get up! You're gonna be late for school, we have to go now!" Rang the annoying voice of my mother.

"Fucking hell, could you be any louder." I mumbled, tossing my legs over the the edge of the bed, and out of the warmth of my blanket.

"Excuse me young lady, what did you just say?" Followed by the furious twisting and turning of my locked door knob.

"Nothing, nothing." I stopped there, not wanting to venture into a full blown argument at six thirty in the morning. I stood up, dragging my tired body to the mess I call my closet, sifting through millions of black shirts until my hands land on an old slipknot t-shirt. Wandering to the dresser, and pulling out all the other necessary parts to an outfit. Finishing, by examining myself in the mirror, a black band shirt, black skinny jeans, an old pair of converse, and my usual messy black hair. I lazily gave myself a thumbs up for looking like a whole ray of sunshine.

"Rowyn, I swear to-"

"Alright I'm out, Jesus." I retorted while swinging my door open and almost hitting the woman I call mom square in the face. I just watched as she looked me over, that usual disappointed glint in her eyes. I don't necessarily give a fuck though, I just carried on, walking down the stairs and out the door to wait in the car.

"Took you long enough, did you stay up all night?" She spit out as she climbed into the drivers seat, giving me a sideways glance.

"What's it matter to you?" I mumbled back, still tired and pissed at my lack of sleep. I really did stay up all night, what teenager doesn't? My mother gave a heavy sigh before pulling out of the driveway and heading in the direction of my school. I sleepily stared out the window, watching the trees pass by, I glanced over and looked ahead at the road, unimpressed by the lack of events. Just as I was about to turn my glance back out the window, I watched in horror as a huge truck drifted into our lane. I was frozen in fear, my words stuck in my throat, while my mom went into a state of panic, jerking the steering wheel too late to avoid the accident about to unfold. I remember seeing the bright lights of the truck shining in my eyes before everything snapped to black.