A Troubled Mind

POV Back StoryCara was born in mid September. The only daughter and youngest child of the Magdalen family, she was well loved by her parents, Mike and Angela, and two older brothers, D.W. (David Wayne, named for both of their grandfather's.) and M.J. (Michael John, who was named after his father and also his mother's grandfather.) Her family doted on her from birth. Cara was their miracle baby. Her parents had not planned to have anymore children, content with their rambunctious twin boys. Her mother had just gone back to work after the boys started kindergarten. Angela was so excited to take the job at the Bank of America in their small home town. It was just the something new She needed in her life. Angela loved her husband and the boys with all her heart. But her pregnancy had been high risk. Angela had had to quit working and go on bed rest by the 4th month of her pregnancy. She had a difficult time carrying the twins to term. But it had all been worth it when she was finally abl

Cara tried her best to pay attention to Mr. Archenbrite's lecture. History was usually her favorite subject. But hard as she tried, today she just couldn't make herself focus. Honestly, she had struggled through her homeroom class and Mrs. Patterson's second period English class. Now her eyes kept drifting to the window. She could see the student parking lot from the window of this classroom. Kaylee's little yellow Volkswagen stood out amongst all the other vehicles like a sore thumb to her. Try as she might she just couldn't stop looking at it. The memory of their near fatal accident was fresh on her mind. How had Kaylee avoided not one but two fully loaded log trucks barreling at them at 60 miles an hour? Cara had been so certain that they were going to die when she closed her eyes and braced for impact. But there was no impact. Nothing. No sounds of rubber screaming on the pavement. No sickening sounds of metal crushing metal. No excruciating pain as her life was snuffed out. No bri

Cara stared at the words written in the steam of the mirror. Her heart racing and fear freezing her to the spot. She couldn't breath. She couldn't move. What was going on? She knew the words weren't there before her shower. She recalled staring into the mirror before her bath. She hadn't heard anyone enter the bathroom during her shower. Was it possible someone had slipped in unnoticed? She stood there with her mind reeling. She could hear nothing but her heart beating in her ears and a faint whooshing noise. She slowly started to become more and more aware of the whooshing noise and began trying to focus solely on it. As she did she closed her eyes. Her heart beat and her breathing began to calm down as she did so. As she focused more and more on the noise she became aware of how rhythmic it was. Puzzled she listened harder. She now could faintly hear a distant beeping noise as well. She was desperately trying to make sense of the noises she heard, when suddenly it felt as though som

Expecting the cold, hard, wet, Asphalt to recieve her. Cara felt shock when she realized that she had in fact landed on something soft and plush instead! Suddenly realizing that the horrible beeping that had threatened to drive her mad had stopped, she tentitavely opened both of her eyes and looked around. She was lying on her plush fusia rug bedside her bed. Sunlight washed over her room. Her blinds were raised and her window was open. There was a gentle, warm breeze blowing her sheer curtains up and into her room. Birds were chirping happily in the trees outside. The distant sounds of children laughing as they played down the street could be heard and the smell of chicken cooking on a grill wafted faintly into her window. Slowly, Cara stood and walked over to her window. The warm breeze wrapping around her body as she did so was a welcomed sensation. Looking out at the world around her she gently sighed. Strangely enough she felt completely at ease as she watched her neighbors go a

"OK Cara, this is not going to be fun or easy. In fact it's going to be very hard for you to do. You aren't going to want to accept any of it. But it is necessary that you do.. The sooner the better. We are running out of time. You are going to be confused. And honestly, this will probably be the most emotionally painful thing you will ever have to endure. For that I am truly sorry. I wish I could spare you the truth. But I'd only be being selfish if I did. You have to go back. I can't allow you to stay here now. We aren't meant to be together yet. So please,, know I love you dearly. I will be right here beside you the whole way. I need you to relax and trust the process." Tara told her sister.Cara listened to her sister. Her heart pounded in her chest. She drew in a deep and shaky breath, exhaling slowly in an attempt to calm her nerves. Then she slowly nodded her head to show that she was ready."OK, now close your eyes and think about the first thing you remember from Monday morni