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i didn’t see the deer. or rather, i saw the deer.
i definitely saw the deer.
i just didn’t see it fast enough.
i don’t know why they don’t move until it’s too late i mean, they’re so fast when they’re darting around but stick a couple headlights in their face and suddenly they’re statues.
except statues don’t splatter all over your windshield.
i wish i’d seen the deer in time.
as i dragged myself out of the now broken windows, i wished more than anything that i’d seen the deer on time. ignoring the cuts on my hands, i stumbled onto the road. it only took one glance back at my car to know that i wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. the moon shone on the sides, reflecting deep scratches that would no doubt look worse in better lighting. the back wheel still spun, slowly, as if it was still headed home.
i crossed the road, looking for any sign of life and was greeted with nothing but woodland.
it was then that i saw the deer, laying clear on the opposite side of the road from where it had led me to end up. it’s eyes shone brightly, almost as if it were filled with life rather than being glazed over with death. it’s neck had been snapped, leaving its head at an unsettling unnatural angle. as i moved closer i saw a long white stripe running down it’s side, spotted with blood.
suddenly i saw something dart past me to my left. i whirled around, only to be greeted by the empty road. the trees buzzed, teeming with however many insects that called them home. i glanced back at the deer, wondering how i was going to make it back to civilization, let alone my house.
another burst of movement caught my eye, this time to my right. i spun all the way around, but again, nothing. it was then that i noticed that there was still somebody in my car.
i felt my eyes narrow with confusion. i was the only one in that car i was sure of that. i hurried back across the road, dreading what i would find. but i couldn’t possibly have been ready for what i saw.
there, in the drivers seat, was a broken mangled body. his eyes shone brightly, almost as if it were filled with life rather than being glazed over with death. his neck had been snapped, leaving his head at an unsettling unnatural angle.
it was me.
it was then that i noticed the lack of pain. i had just veered off the side of a road, straight into a ditch big enough to swallow the front of my car.
i should have been hurt.
so why wasn’t i hurting?
wide eyed, i looked down at my hands. it was too dark to tell blood from dirt. i brought them closer and moonlight made them glitter, revealing the little bits of glass now embedded in my skin. it should have stung.
and yet i felt nothing.
looking back at the car, i moved to take a step forward when i saw movement flit once more across the corner of my eye. i followed it and this time i saw what it was. a deer, eyes shining brightly, too brightly. terror filled me, cold and hot at the same time. i wanted to run, as fast as i possibly could, but for whatever reason i stood there, transfixed on the two points of light in front of me.
was this why they became the statues they did?
was this what they saw.
i waited for it to come to me, but without warning it turned and ran, and as it darted away i caught a glimpse of white