Part 4

I watched with growing horror as the scene played out before me. I didn't know what this old man had to do with anything, but it was obvious that he expected me to make a choice. A choice to save myself or to save this child I didn't know.

Unthinking, I ran towards the car. I was waving my arms, screaming like the hounds of hell were at my heels. I wasn't even sure if I was screaming at the little girl or the driver of the car, but no matter, neither of them appeared to hear me at all.

Even running as fast I could, I saw that there was no way I was going to make it in time. I sped up, my lungs burning, my legs flying across the grass.

It was no use. The sound of the impact, the screeching brakes and the child's head hitting the pavement brought me to my knees. The momentum of my body made me hit the ground harder than I was expecting, but I felt nothing except despair. I watched as if from afar as the driver jumped from the car and ran to the little girl. His wailing cry had to have been heard for miles.

My blood pumped in my ears like thunder. I heard screaming and my throat felt raw. I realized I was the one screaming...

And then suddenly I was back on the man's porch. He was watching me as if I was a specimen in a lab. What kind of powers did this man hold? What was this horrific spectacle supposed to show me?

I turned to him, tears coursing down my face and screamed at him, "What do you WANT FROM ME?"