Black

Please be aware: This story has descriptions that some readers may find disturbing.
 
The weather outside was overcast and wet. Rain threw itself upon the earth while slight rumbles above showed that whilst it was not in sight, thunder was on its way. Today was just another day in hell. I left my house, closing the door tightly behind myself. Even though it was about eight o'clock in the morning, the weather drizzled and there was darkness in the air. I could sense a slight and strange feeling around myself, one that made me feel a cold shiver. Something was going to happen. Around me, as I walked towards the hill, near my house, the birds began to fly irregularly and loudly chirping as if they were terrorfied of something. Anything. Aside from the ambient mess, the world was quiet. There was no one about, as if I was the only person in existence. For the first time ever, I felt truely empty. Walking through puddles of cold, dirty water, the Bus Stop was in sight and another regular day of college had begun. Casually walking toward the stop, I began to gather another strange feeling. Only this time I had a feeling someone was looking at me. Or rather, something. I stopped to a halt slowly and casually looked around. There was no one, anywhere. Behind me was a long and undisturbed road, ahead of me there was the bus stop. I carried on my path, and two steps more, I was touched on my shoulder. There was no one approaching, there was no one in the distance, whoever was behind me was not there before. They couldn't of been. I turned around slowly and to my absolute harrowing shock, I recognised the person. It was my friend from college. Sam. I had a strange feeling of de ja vu at the exact moment of being frightened to death, but I had no idea why. We exchanged pleasantries and headed towards the bus stop together. Why I had such a bad feeling about this, I did not know.
Arriving at the bus stop, we checked the times and continued talking. Sam was always depressed and saddened by something, but he never made clear what it was about. He mentioned at one point a "grinning man", but as a result he was laughed out of class. Whilst he was explaining to me, the inner-workings of his newly discovered college course, one that I had no clue he had taken on, a car, the first sign of life since I had left the house, sped past the stop very quickly. The acrylic plastic coverings on the bus stop began to shake and viberate due to the sudden appearence and speed of the vehicle. It was so quick, I didnt even notice what type of car it was, and as odd as it was, the car made no sound. I felt that I had to say something, that the soundlessness of the vehicle was too much. In an instant, I didnt perceive it as odd at all. My mind must of been playing tricks on me. I have always remembered this road for being a deathtrap for the slow. Me and Sam continued to chat onwards before his conversation became too depressive. In a haste and a blink of horrific carelessness, I dared him to kill himself, if he was so depressed. Unaware of the sarcasm, Sam walked past me and onto the road. There were no cars coming or going though. There he danced a little and claimed he was no afraid of death, daring "God" to bring about its worst. He stood there with a grin on his face, facing the direction vehicles would of approached in. He held his arms wide open as if he was going to hug the next car to come speeding in. He stood there giggling, as did I, but I grew concerned. Advising him to get back under the bus shelter, Sam just ignored me and stood there longer, giggling and laughing. A stange feeling began to grow around me once more, as if someone was watching me, then immediately after I began to hear a noise. The most harrowing noise I could of heard at the time. In the distance and closing in face was the sound of a cars engine revving at full capacity. Quickly, I turned to Sam and screamed for him to get off the road, but he would not. He was so reluntant to stay on the road, his grinning face had slowly faded into a dead serious one. With the car speeding closer and closer, I screamed louder and louder but Sam would not hear of it. The de ja vu returned and it was all over.
The car approached Sam and hit him directly. In the feeling of bullet-time, the bumper hit Sam's waist at incredible speeds, causing it to split open and create a horrendous crackling sound. His head hit the bonnet then the windscreen with such force that his jaw split in two instantly and his eye was ruptured open. As well as this, parts of his skin upon his head were severely cut, causing his blood to spray outward. For less than a second, the force flung his body into the air, where he looks so peaceful, but upsettingly so unaware of what has happened. His body landed on the floor under great strain causing his left leg to completely snap and tear the skin.
His body was there, in a pool of red and darker red blood. His clothes drenched and stained. The life completely drained. There was no sign of the car, but the bus stop as well as my face, had small droplets of blood thrown upon them. I froze solid. In a state of shock, I could not breath, but I felt as if I did not need to. I could not move, but I felt as if I had no need to. I felt Sam's pain, because I was supposed to. The pain was all too real. The road, all too cold upon my back. Today was just another day in hell.