.Cypher.
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Synopsis
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Shiloh Greene lived a perfect life, up until the day of the accident. One car accident change her life forever. Her mother, father and sister all died in the crash, and she was put in a coma. Waking up, she faces the shock of reality, but also fantasy.
Adopted by her new parents, she finds that her hallucinations become worse and worse. Abuse from her new parents also aren't helping her condition. Trying to fit back in to life where normality is freely mixed with abnormality is only the beginning of Shiloh's new life.
Excerpt
James pulled the car out of the parking spot after waiting for a car to pass behind them. “Alright! Here we go again. Hope everybody's good... next stop: the beach!” he cheered enthusiastically.
Both Shiloh and Bri cheered with him with recurring chants of 'to the beach.'
The car pulled in to the road, ready for the journey out of the rest stop and in to the highway again. Edging closer and closer to the entrance ramp, the poorly kept roads of the rest stop made it seem like they were on a road of speed bumps. The song on the radio was cut off as they finally got to the ramp. James picked up the speed to match the cars on the highway, and merged his way in to the roads.
On the radio, an official sounding voice rang through the speakers. “... a fugitive has stolen a semi truck, and is heading down the interstate on the wrong side of the road, going west.”
James reached down for his cup and tilted the cup back for a drink. To his dismay, he was all out of the pop he'd chosen to put in to it before they left. “Shiloh, hon, could you get me another pop?” he asked.
Shiloh huffed, looking down at the coolers at her feet. “I don't know which one it's in.” she argued blatantly.
James raised his eyebrow. “It's in the red one.” he said to her.
Shiloh giggled. “They're both red, Dad.” she said to him.
“... urge extreme caution, and advise you to roll down your windows. In case you hear sirens, pull over to the closest side of the road...”
James frowned and took his eyes off the road, leaning around his seat to look at the coolers. With one hand free and one hand on the wheel of the car, he brushed off a beach towel and opened up one of the coolers.
Lacy, being the only one concerned with the radio, rolled down her window. Her eyes immediately jumped up to the sky as she heard the sound of a helicopter's rotor. There was a black news helicopter right above them, going the opposite direction they were. Her eyes widened as she looked out the windshield. Everyone in front of them had pulled over to the shoulder of the highway. The sirens were blaring, and right in front of them was a large blue semi truck. It was speeding forward, the driver behind the wheel showing no mercy as he carelessly swerved around the road, blocking off the police cruisers trying to pass him.
“James...” Lacy murmured quietly.
The semi pulled down on it's loud horn, beginning to panic. The car was not moving out of his way, and he was going well over the speed limit in the wrong direction. They were coming up to each other very rapidly.
“James!” Lacy now almost yelled at him, leaning over and grabbing the steering wheel to try and make the car go off the road.
Finally getting out of the cooler, he dropped his soda on the ground and looked at her angrily. “What! I was just getting --” he was cut short as he looked ahead of him, seeing the truck. He slammed on his brakes and attempted to turn the car, out of the way of the gigantic semi truck.
Bri shrieked and Shiloh screamed as the truck again pulled on it's horn, but it was too late to move.
