 Jasmine Williams is a 23 year old artist. She studies at Full Sail University and hopes to learn more about her love for the arts field. She has two snakes and a husky. She spends most of her time writing, modeling, singing, dancing, and riding horses. She finds freedom through her works and hopes to be able to share them with people that enjoy fiction as much as she does. A LOSS IN TIME It was morning already. I had been sitting at the truck stop all night. It was getting a bit cold outside by the looks of it. The wind was blowing the leaves around and it was a bit cloudy. It was completely normal weather for Washington, though. I needed to get to California, desperately. My car had broken down and my sister had gone into labor. I had contemplated hitching a ride with one of the truck drivers, but that did tend to be scary for a lady of my petite size. It was an emergency, though. I watched a man walk in. He was tall and scrawny. His beard was a bit on the unkempt side and he looked like he needed some rest. He chatted with the clerk for a moment, retrieved his cigarettes, and went on his way.
I decided to follow him. “Sir,” I mustered to get out as I raced out the door behind him. He turned his head slightly in surprise before he shrugged and motioned for me to follow him. We arrived at his truck and he grabbed the handle from the gas pump and started to fill up his truck. “What’s the emergency, sweets? You look rushed,” he said, chuckling. “I suppose I am, yeah. My sister is having a baby and I really need to be there. It’s in North Cali, if that’s not too much trouble,” I exclaimed, sighing. “No, ma’am. My delivery just happens to be in Los Angeles and then I have to drop the truck back off in New Mexico before I go home. I wouldn’t mind the company,” he exclaimed. “Oh, well thank you,” I said shyly as I hopped into the cab. I waited for him to finish pumping gas as I stretched out a bit in my seat. I was exhausted, and I was sure I would have a few hours to sleep. We still had to get through Oregon, yet. I reached over to pop the door open just before he hopped in and we were on our way. I awoke to a loud, screeching noise. My head hurt. I could see, but everything was hazy and upside down. I tried to lift myself up, but I wasn’t very successful. “Ma’am, we’re going to need you to stay where you are and remain calm,” a voice said sternly. I tilted my head to see a few paramedics out the window of the flipped truck. I suppose I wasn’t going to make it to my sister’s birth. I looked over to see the driver, unconscious and covered in blood, before I passed back out.
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