Melissa Gilbert 2012 Accident Novels & Stories

She had this way of dragging me back into the present before my mind started spiraling. Just still in the spirit, something seemed to have caught Melissa’s attention as she glanced through her phone. Her smile dropped. Not even slowly…it seemed to be just gone, like that. Her eyes narrowed at the screen, and a small wrinkle formed between her brows. I couldn't hold myself as it was written all over her face that something was off. “What is that?” I asked her immediately. She swallowed, her voice dropping. “HEADLINE:” She read and continued. “BRAD JASPER INVOLVED IN A GHASTLY ACCIDENT.”

he uttered with a soft yet firm tone, breaking the prolonged awkward silence between us. “Melissa! Melissa Mon— I stuttered, now realizing I no longer had the right to that name. I quickly retracted my words. “Melissa Cortez”. Now going by my maiden name. “Well Miss Cortez, he began. I'm afraid I have some unsettling news”. "You were involved in a car accident. A very serious one. Your car was struck head-on. You suffered significant injuries—particularly to your face and abdomen. We've done multiple surgeries over the last few weeks, including a complex facial reconstruction."

Like he was ready to kill whoever was responsible. "Let's just forget it–" "No! Tell me how this happened." I sighed. "Claudia was playing that hard ball with Caleb. After you left, I didn't see them and I stepped in their way. I didn't see the ball coming either. I'm the one who got in their ball's way. So you see it was a pure accident." He sighed. "You gotta be careful, Melissa. This could have been more serious. You could have gotten stitched!"

There lay Ebony with what looked like a gunshot wound, and blood on the floor around her body. “Oh my god.” Melissa said and ran to the bathroom to throw up. Tears running down her face, she picked up her mobile and pulled up Brock’s number. After three rings Brock answered “Hello Melissa.” Hiccuping sobs came down the other end of the line. “What’s wrong?” He asked. Melissa finally managed to get the words out “Can you come to my office please. I need you to look at something.” “Sure. Be there in ten.” And he hung up. Pressing the intercom button for Sam she said “You can leave early today, Mr Milligan is coming to talk about Featherlite. Once you’ve shown him in you can go.”

I moaned tapping my nails on the surface of the table and as soon as the web search page loaded I hurriedly typed in 'Mila Fuller accident ' and clicked search. I had to refresh the page three times before the results displayed , clicking on the top most search I started reading the news report that read - 'Mila Fuller a sixteen year old girl from Austin was found dead at sixth gun track ( I know its trail not track but its a fiction work so bear with it ) . Reporters state that Mila Fuller was run over by a car when the young girl was returning back home after finishing her assignment in the library at the downtown . The accident happened around six in the evening , as per the post mortem e

Her body lunged forward violently, smashing into the steering wheel hard before slumping back into her seat. The last thing Melanie remembered before darkness took her was a warm trickle of blood running into her left eye and glass shattering around her.The accident had drawn onlookers to the crash site quickly. At that moment, Luca Marchesi slowed his jeep to a stop where there was a small gathering forming. He climbed out, concerned about what all the commotion was for.Normally, he would have zoomed past because he had a meeting to be at in half an hour but his instincts told him to stop.

he said. Grayson took a quick look at it and it was a mere two-page report. "Only this much?" His secretary nodded. From his report, Grayson saw the news report about an accident, which occurred outside the city a few years ago. The involved victims were not named, but since David had sent someone to look into that matter, they were assured that Mavis was indeed one of them. She was not the one driving the car, she was the one who got hit while trying to cross the street. Though she had been brought to the hospital, her condition became critical since she received a serious injury on the head.

We had lifted her into the back of the car and raced to the nearest emergency room, but during the entire drive I hadn’t taken my eyes off her face for even a second. I had just come from her gravesite. I had just laid red roses on a cold marble stone with her name carved into it. And now this. The accident five years ago still felt like yesterday. Melissa, Ava, my brother Felix, and his wife Vanessa had all been involved. I was at the office when the call came — the kind of call that rips your life in half. They told me everyone had died except for Ava. But they never found Melissa’s body. The police said the impact on the bridge must have thrown her into the river. They searched for weeks.

Despite her efforts, she couldn't locate the missing earring. Just as she contemplated her next move, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. "Are you looking for something?" Melissa's attention snapped to the voice, and she momentarily forgot she was still beneath the table. In her haste to stand up, she accidentally bumped her head against the solid surface, causing her to wince in pain. Jeremy, who had been heading outside to join the party, noticed Melissa's predicament. Concerned, he rushed to her side, dropping to his knees to assist her. "Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes filled with genuine worry.

Celine glanced at my parents briefly, then clasped his hand tightly, like she was anchoring herself to him. Then suddenly, something like a flash hit him and he held his head. He turned around as if looking for something or someone. My mother rushed forward before anyone else could speak. “Oh, thank goodness you’re awake, Mr. Mills,” she cried dramatically. Then her expression hardened instantly. “I’m Megan Dean, and this is my husband – Johnson Dean, and my daughter, Celine.” She said excitedly, pointing at them one after the other before returning to him. “You had a fatal accident two years ago and have been in coma since then. My first daughter, Charlotte, your girlfriend, was with you tw