A Hit For The Lord

Yana drove the car confidently, automatically paying attention to traffic signs. Today it was especially stuffy in the city, so she decided to go to the dacha. Vladimir was in the city, he was going to join and even prepared a surprise for her, it's a pity he refused to say on the phone which one. She remembered his charming voice and her mood rose.

— When are you going to arrive? I plan to leave in an hour. Maybe you'll come to my place and we'll go together? - Yana loved to listen to his marvelous baritone, and on the phone he sounded so soulful, setting her in a playful way.

"Oh, World, I'm sorry. There is no strength, how stuffy. I'll arrive early, rinse, and all so clean and refreshed, I'll wait for you.

She sometimes liked to tease him, since Vladimir always supported her flirting. He laughed, and goosebumps ran through her body. Surprisingly, they have known each other for more than a year, but their feelings have not cooled down. Perhaps because each of them has a favorite thing to which they have devoted an important part of their lives. And they loved to relax together, completely renouncing worries and devoting time to each other.

Yana turned onto the track, thinking about tonight and about the surprise that her beloved had promised. Suddenly she felt danger on the left, turned her head, saw the approaching hulk and managed to understand that this was the end. Swipe. Sharp pain.

That's it... It's all over. Emptiness. She didn't feel her arms or legs. The thought crowded in my mind: no, you can’t die now! Not now, I'm only thirty-two, it's time to live! Suddenly everything swirled, spun in a spiral, and Yana was dragged somewhere by an unknown, but inexorable force. Consciousness faded.

Yana came to herself gradually, as if waking up after a serious illness. Lying was wet and cold, the body felt wooden, non-native. Opening her swollen eyelids with difficulty, she looked around: there were dark tree trunks all around, the leaves on them were small, pale green, thin, pointed peaks of spring grass were breaking out of the ground ...

Spring? But why? After all, it is summer now, in the city there is a July stuffiness and hot dust, which is why Yana decided to go to the country.

Thoughts flowed slowly. She looked around and gathered information. Suddenly, memories flooded in. Yana remembered that she was crushed, flattened by a colossus! So why did she wake up in the forest?! No, now is not the time to think, we need to get up and move.

Cold. She shivered so much, feeling the cold of the earth with her whole body. And why is she half-naked, dressed in something torn, wrinkled and unpleasantly smelling? When I started to move, I realized that my body hurts and aches in many places.

So, it doesn't matter now. We need to get up, find people, help and a hospital, everything else later. There is fog in my head, thoughts are tossing and turning slowly, maybe this is a concussion? Yana wouldn't be surprised. When I got up, I realized that the body was not only chilled. The feeling was that she was either beaten or thrown.

And this cold! You need to pull yourself together and listen, maybe hear the sounds? Where is she and how did she get here? Go, you just have to go, then figure it out. All later. She walked, fell, crawled, walked again. The body ached, and the consciousness periodically tried to float away. And a sense of wrongness haunted her. Something was wrong, but what? Go. Just go.

When I got out on the road, I almost fainted from joy. She forced herself to hold on, but her legs gave way, and she sat down directly on the road. The main thing for her now is not to fall asleep. Yana crawled away to the edge of the road and, shivering from the cold, wrapped herself in rags. It only remained to wait for the first car that came across and not fall asleep on the side of the road. If she falls asleep here, she might never wake up. She needs help.

When she saw a light in the distance, she only managed to get up and extend her hand. I realized that the car had stopped, they were asking her about something. However, the thoughts were so vague that the words did not even reach consciousness.

“I need to go to the hospital,” she repeated, barely moving her tongue, “take me to the hospital.

Once in the car, she lost consciousness. The next time, Yana woke up when they put her on a stretcher, drove her, and again asked something. She understood only one thing: she was saved, you can relax. And again darkness.

Waking up again, Yana realized that she was now in the ward, she was comfortable and warm. Yana lay for some time, enjoying the comfort, but suddenly thoughts arose: what happened before the forest? Who is she? Yes, he does. Her name is Yana, she is thirty-two years old, and she was driving. She remembered the blow, and then the darkness, then she was in the forest. How could she be there? After all, the accident happened during the day, on a crowded highway, and how many witnesses there were!

Why was she in the forest? And at that moment, Yana remembered with horror that she woke up in a different season. I was driving in a car in the middle of summer, and in the forest it was the very height of spring. And the forest itself looked appropriate, and the temperature is not summer. How is this possible? So it doesn't happen. What happened?

I started looking at myself. Wait, but her hands are not hers: the fingers are a little thinner, the shape of the hand and nails is different, and there are no freckles on her hands at all, but hers were barely noticeable. A lump formed in her throat and she gasped in panic. And she told herself to calm down. Not the time. First you need to figure it out, she will panic later.

She threw back the blanket - a hospital gown. She pulled up her shirt, and her legs weren't hers. Her legs are good, although hers were no worse. The legs and arms were of a young girl. She flung her arms up to her chest. Everything is in order here: there is a chest, and even a little more than before. So, you need to calm down, breathe. She'll figure it all out, she just needs time.

She closed her eyes, relaxed, tried not to think about anything. And suddenly there was a flash of footage. Someone large and powerful shoves her, even throws her on the walls, yells something and wraps her hair around her fist. Pushes with malice and threatens, pronounces, shouts with anger about a vile smell and calls a whore. She lies on the floor, does not try to get up and answer. The head hurts, the temple throbs, thoughts float away. Again that man says something evil to her, big guys appear and take her away.

Darkness. Movement again. They take her out of the car, carry her for a short time and throw her into the wet, rotten foliage. They leave. The smell of foliage, moisture, cold emanates from the earth. Everything.

Yana opens her eyes and realizes that she saw the footage as if she were the same girl. Fatigue comes abruptly, and she falls into sleep.