I was on a Greyhound bus on my way to visit my parents. College had been my life for the past half year, but this visit served as a well-earned reprieve from the hectic life; a girl could only go so long without her mom and pops. A medium sized hamper was in the storage compartment for my mother to launder once I got to my house. The other passengers on the bus were occupied with their own preoccupations. I dozed off and listened to my iPod.
Suddenly, the bus wheels squealed and everything jerked forwards; my neck snapped back and I heard the crack of something under my skin. A mumble barely had time to escape before the Greyhound is bashed from behind; this time everyone went back. Screams finally got to the surface, and frenzy settled in. I curled into a ball on the ground, nursing my throbbing arm and stiff neck, when a strange noise met my ears.
Slobbery, animalistic grunts.
Peeking through the rungs of the chairs, I spotted the source of the noise. A large bear, ropes of slime attached to its face and foam exuding from its mouth, crashed through the back door and tumbled onto the aisle. Another hurtled in through the windshield, taking out the driver. Then things became chaotic.
I scooted further back away from the aisle, grabbed my pillow and held it over me. Sheer terror silenced the screams and howls pooled in my throat, and I shut my eyes.
This was all a dream.
This was all a dream.
Yet, when I next opened my eyes, the bear’s disgusting snout was wrapped around someone’s head and guttural noises reported from its throat. Vomit erupted from my stomach onto the floor; time to move.
The chemicals racing through my body fueled my frantic leap up and around the bear. Sensing my fleeing, the monster kicked out with a hind leg and caught me on my thigh; it instantly burned as if it were on fire. Crying out, I fell, stumbled blindly out of the back door and at last screamed my head off until my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets. Someone came up from behind me and began dragging my body back away from the bus. People were sprinting away and trying to get service on their cell phones, looking for weapons. A child fell off the bus with an entire leg gone.
I managed to make myself look down at my own leg and began dry heaving. Four long, angry gashes spilled blood, and deep into the worst slash I could see my bone.
“Hang on, hon.” A woman’s voice, shaky and high pitched but clear, rang through my pounding eardrums.
“I’m…I’m…” I tried to speak but my voice came out as a terrified yelp. Hysteria crept into my mind. A savage bear is attacking the bus. Just minutes ago I was happily drowsing off to sleep.
“No!” I screamed again, holding my head. It was all too much. I’d heard about mothers lifting cars off their children in the moment of adrenaline, of men killing others with a single hit; how was it then, with all this commotion around me, I could not manage to do anything?
The world became a dizzying spell of white, black and red. My whole upper torso shook and hurt like hell. I felt like a baby as the woman grunted and groaned, trying to frantically, crazily get me away from the bus, even when it seemed like she had lost all sense in doing so.
My teeth began tingling, a strange sensation. Before I could cry out again, an object that felt like a train hit me full-force, and it was like a dam burst in my head; black gushed over everything, and I fell down into the river of floating unconsciousness.
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