For one moment all the hatred and anger towards bruno swells up inside of you and you dont do anything. you watch the car as it slams into bruno. even from this distance, you can still clearly hear the crunch of bruno's hips as they get pounded to dust. He falls to the ground, screaming, gasping for breath. the shear terror and shock in that scream snaps you out of your trance like state as you begin to realize what has jsut happened. this highschool bully, the one who wedgied you, pushed you around, and beat you up on occasion, is lying in a bloody pile on the ground. he will be useless from teh waist down, that is if he survives. you begin to sweat as you relize that you could have saved him this torment. even though he was a jerk, did he really deserve to be sandwiched between two cars? does anyone deserve taht? the guilt at what you failed to do immediately pounds on your mind. why didnt you stop it?
"oh no, what have i done?" you stammer to Jack.
"Holy crap. did you see that? Bruno jsut got crushed! Holy crap man!" jack doesnt even hear you as he runs to the accident, ready to help any way he can.
"no no no no, what have i done! how could i let a person get hit like that? even bruno? oh no, oh crap! If i could only do it again! i need to do it again!" you close your eyes and try to imagine what jsut happened. if you can stop time, maybe you can reverse it.
You picture bruno getting hit again. you feel time slowly stop, like a train grinding to a hault. it stops. you open your eyes and see the gorry scene, but it's all black and white. time is stopped dead. there's jack caught mid-push trying to pump some life into the now comatose bruno. the driver of the car sitting on the curb, watching the macabre scene. you feel yuor head begin to ache as you try to keep time still, like stopping a boulder from rolling down a steep hill. you feel your nose begin to bleed as you push against time. you open your eyes again, and almost lose focus as you see an inverted spectrum of colours. the grass, once deep green is now pale orange, jack's skin a sickly green. you feel your consciance slipping as you try and push time back further. just a little further! a sharp pain slices through your head, you fall to your knees.
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