Lexie - Saviour

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okay this is a chapter later on in my novel. before u ask why i dont post from the beginning its cos i kinda write random parts when i have a light bulb moment and string them together later...does that sound totally weird? anyways, please tell me what u think x

I didn’t see the car coming until it was too late.

If I had maybe seen it earlier I could have done something to stop it. Something to prevent the crash. But I didn’t.

It happened in slow motion. My foot was on the road when it came; a black Mercedes. I looked up but it was too late – for the driver as well. You could hear the brakes, screeching against the rough road surface as it realised where it was going; who was in the way.

It was too late.

Everything went in slow motion. The car crashed into its target and suddenly the world went on mute. I couldn’t hear anything, I couldn’t move. The only sense I had left was sight. I watched. I watched as the car, skidding on the road, hurtled into the young woman, throwing her body like a ragdoll up into the air. Her body came smashing down and I flinched even though I could hear nothing. The car managed to stop and soon everything was happening. The driver, a woman, stumbled in her haste out of her car, her small legs running to the body. I watched silently as some people dropped their bags, discarding everything to check on the girl while others were like me; we could only stand there, silent onlookers, powerless.

Lexie. A voice inside of my head willed me to move but I could not, I just stood, unblinkingly as headlights from cars shone eagerly to see the commotion.

Lexie, you can help! How could I help? By praying she would live?

Use your Heal Coven. The voice was crazy. How could I save this girl, this poor, broken girl when I could not yet seal a cut?

You are their saviour, Lexina. Now save. I had no answer for that. It was right. I was meant to be the saviour and now was my chance. What happened if I just stayed here, watched as the girl died and then every day after asked myself, no, tortured myself about the fact that I could have done something. I could have tried.

My senses started to some back. Sound started to fade back in quietly, as voices whispered in my ears. People were crying. Phones were out.

It would be too late for an ambulance. She needs you, Lexina. Now. Now, I repeated in my head. The shouts of help got louder and I was aware of people touching me, asking me if I was alright, their curious faces peering down. I had to help her.

I gasped, as if I had woken from a dream. I blinked; my head hurting from the screams and cries that were erupting from everywhere around me. I noticed the man touching my arm was asking me questions but I didn’t have time to answer. I pulled away, my legs that had been so immobile now picked up speed, as a desperate need to get to the girl overcame me.

I ran to the sight. My heart was beating fast as I pushed through the crowd until I got to the front. I wanted to recoil from the sight of the girl but I forced myself to look on. She was immersed in a pool of deep crimson, her skin plagued with dark bruises that smashed up her face and coloured her body. Her eyes were open, her chest rising quickly as loud gasps of breath were drawn into her chapped lips. A man was kneeling by her, holding her head, his hands in her red stained hair that I could see would usually have been a bright, summer blonde. A heart wrenching sadness bit on my insides – she was only a few years older than me.

I looked up to see the driver on the phone, her mouth opening rapidly as a distressed frown covered her worn face. There was no time for help, I thought. It was now or never.

You can do this.

I pushed past someone in front of me, ignoring their looks of surprise as I lowered myself next to the man, “How is she doing?”

The man, who would have been my father’s age, gave me an odd look before realising the intensity of the situation and answered, “Not good, she’s lost a lot of blood and broken quite a few bones. I don’t know how much longer she will last.” He raised his gaze into the crowd, “A doctor! We need a doctor!” A murmur rumbled through the watchers but no one came forward.

Biting my lip I knew I was going to have to make the impossible, possible. I knelt closer to the girl, her eyes fluttering disconcertingly, “Let me try.”

The man frowned, his eyes telling me what I already knew from everyone else – what good could a sixteen year old girl do? He clamped his jaw shut, knowing as well as I did that we didn’t have many options going. Silently he nodded and I reached towards the girl, my hand touching the side of her face.

“Hey,” I smiled sadly, “I’m Lexie and I am going to try to help you, okay?”

The girl tried to reply but she started coughing, blood seeping from her mouth. Gritting my teeth I tried to focus. If I didn’t do something she was going to lose so much blood that she would die. But she wasn’t on that path yet – there was still time. Time for me to make a miracle happen.

I gently rested my hands against her stomach, releasing a slight amount of pressure when I saw her wince. Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and delved into the unknown. I didn’t know what I was searching for and I understood then that my self-doubts were preventing me from saving her. They were my barrier. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly I blocked everyone out, all of them and their unbelieving faces. I was going to do this.

You are their saviour, Lexina. Now save. With this new thought in mind I concentrated again. Away went the silent onlookers, away went the lights, and away went the voices. There was just me and the girl. And I was going to save her. I let my fingertips touch her stomach and all of a sudden I felt a pulse, deep inside her being. It was such a shock I wanted to pull my hands back but I forced them to stay. The power slid through me, not dissimilar to the one when I created fire or a storm and I let it run through me; controlling me. It seeped into every fibre of my being, touching every nerve, breathing into every heart beat. I felt the girl. I felt her heart pump slowly; I felt the blood, the loss of it every second. I had to fix her. I had to fix her bones and cuts as well as the internal bleeding I saw, the one killing her. I saw the problem, as clearly as if it was in front of my eyes. I needed to stop her blood loss.

Swallowing I let the power surging within me control my movements. I let it be me. I was the Healer. The feeling that I had obtained pulsed in my fingertips, little strings of life that ran through my body and into hers, into her heart. I almost wanted to smile as I connected my life to hers, my power drumming within her, dissolving into every cut, every bone, every organ. It was like rays of light, beaming from me to the girl as they shone onto her, saving her.

And then I felt it.

Something else. A small sound, feeling, that was pulling me away from the girl. I left the pulsing of life that was fixing her to find the sound, the force that was beating. And I found it. A heart beat. So quiet, so weak I had to strain to hear it. It pumped slowly, its life source flickering.

She had a child.

I wasn’t going to her lose them; not a life so small it hadn’t even had a chance to experience life with all its sorrows and happiness. It hurt, it hurt so much to focus more but I wasn’t letting this baby go. This baby was going to live. My body felt drained of everything as I knew what I had to do. I had no extra power left for the child. I had to use my own. My own life beat.

Painfully I dug deep within my soul, pulling at threads inside me. My head and heart were racked with exhaustion but I pushed myself on, in this silent world. The threads slithering down my fingers and finding the child. A connection exploded as the power lit up inside the infant. I wanted to stop, to break away, but I had to finish. I willed the connection to shine, for the heart to beat, blood to flow.

And it did.

The baby had survived.

My blood burned with life, the pulsing of it an invisible bond between me and the girl and her baby.

I had saved her.

My hands dropped and everything changed. The power that was so fierce was swallowed up into nothingness as everything snapped back to reality. My eyes opened, a shooting of air escaping my lips as I sat back on my heels, my body aching.

My hearing started to return, adjusting my silent world to one of voices. Someone was shaking my shoulder and I had to bite down the tiredness that had overcome me to check on the girl. I had to see if she was alright.

I looked at her face, the white sheet still covered in bruises and cuts but her eyes were open, her soul burning with life inside of them.

The man who had been holding her head was staring in awe at the girl as her breathing started to slow, reaching a normal rate. The driver, who had still been talking on the phone, stopped with the mobile stationary next to her ear as she looked on, amazed.

The girl smiled and it was a delicate but genuine smile that lit up her eyes. People swayed around us, their whispers dying along with their fear.

Her hand touched my hot one and her skin was ice cold but I didn’t pull away, barely noticing the blood drying on her fingers. She searched my face, her body next to me, “What did you do?”

I suddenly felt the stupid need to cry, to let tears drip down my cheeks as happiness swam through me. I gripped her hand, kneeling next to her, “Nothing. You did it all on your own.”

I knew she didn’t believe me because she had felt it too but she didn’t ask any more questions. Her eyes promised me silently that she would not tell. Our silent miracle.

“The ambulance is here.” A voice spoke from the crowd and I couldn’t believe I hadn’t heard the siren. Red lights flashed and the crowd parted, looking on at the paramedic’s not as if they were helping but more that they didn’t belong here. Not anymore.

I knew I would have to leave soon, I would have to disappear silently and leave people forever wandering who that girl had been that had saved the victims life and never knowing her name. I saw the stretcher being pulled out of the ambulance but I had one last thing to say to her before I went.

Smiling at her I nodded, “You’re baby is going to be fine.” I whispered.

The girl’s eyes brightened, glistening with shining tears. Thank you was what her eyes said. Thank you.

That was all I needed. Discreetly I stood up and turned to the crowd. I kept my face down as their eyes followed me, their curiosity at the girl who would not claim the glory for saving someone’s life. My feet picked up speed as I hurried away from the scene, silently pulling my hood over my head. It was only when I was a fair distance away did I turn around again, my eyes watching as the girl was lifted into the ambulance and people started to part.

My body was dying to rest, my legs weak as a small sob wanted to escape my throat. I didn’t know why I felt like crying because a proud smile was also eager to cover my face. But I bit it down, knowing I would never be known or thanked for that again. And I didn’t need to be. I was content in being mystery girl, the saviour with no name.

You are their saviour, Lexina.

And you saved.

btw the beginning is meant to sound like it was her hit but i dont know if this is a good or bad thing! let me know what u think. x