Miss Kelly
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A lot of things have happened to me that may make me seem like an incredibly lucky person. I haven't won the lottery or anything like that but I've almost died and miraculously survived too many times to count or been in the right place at the right time due to random last second decisions. There have been small things like randomly waking up an hour before my alarm and then checking my emails to find that my college wants me in an hour earlier or deciding to take a different route home and running into someone I wanted to talk to as a result. Then there are the most bizarre things that have happened to me that have saved my life.
Just today, I was walking down the street, on my way home, and saw the shadow of a man on the pavement like there was someone behind me. The shadow sped up and I was worried that the man might run into me, but I didn't move because I have the right to walk there too. Then, just as I was about to cross the road, I felt the man tug on my leather jacket, so I turned around. I was shocked out of my skin to see that there was no one behind me, and the street was empty. Because I was freaked and doubting my sanity, I stood there for a few seconds before turning back around to cross the road. That second, a car that I hadn't seen, because of a van parked in the way, sped by. If I hadn't been delayed by a few seconds, I would've walked in front of it.
Another incident, even stranger than that, happened a few months ago. Again, it involved me almost being killed by a car (I should be tied up haha). That time, I actually did walk out in front of the car because I didn't see it coming (thanks to another **** van) and seeing it so close to me, I decided that trying to run was pointless and braced myself for impact, looking back ahead and walking slower. I'm not always suicidal, but I was having a very bad week and had considered overdosing on painkillers the day before, so what was the point in trying to save myself. When the car still hadn't hit me, I looked back and saw the trippiest thing. The car was closer to me but appeared to flicker/move backwards and forwards. It was still moving but it was really slow. That was when I decided to speed up and got to the other side of the road. When I was on the pavement, the car sped past as fast as it had been before and the dude who'd been loading stuff in the van that blocked my view stopped and stared at me with a look of shock on his face. According to my mother, the same dude knocked on my door the next day to apologize about parking the van in the way (or at least, I assume it must have been the same dude).
I don't know whether I'm mildly schizophrenic, incredibly lucky, psychic or some spirit is protecting me.
Just today, I was walking down the street, on my way home, and saw the shadow of a man on the pavement like there was someone behind me. The shadow sped up and I was worried that the man might run into me, but I didn't move because I have the right to walk there too. Then, just as I was about to cross the road, I felt the man tug on my leather jacket, so I turned around. I was shocked out of my skin to see that there was no one behind me, and the street was empty. Because I was freaked and doubting my sanity, I stood there for a few seconds before turning back around to cross the road. That second, a car that I hadn't seen, because of a van parked in the way, sped by. If I hadn't been delayed by a few seconds, I would've walked in front of it.
Another incident, even stranger than that, happened a few months ago. Again, it involved me almost being killed by a car (I should be tied up haha). That time, I actually did walk out in front of the car because I didn't see it coming (thanks to another **** van) and seeing it so close to me, I decided that trying to run was pointless and braced myself for impact, looking back ahead and walking slower. I'm not always suicidal, but I was having a very bad week and had considered overdosing on painkillers the day before, so what was the point in trying to save myself. When the car still hadn't hit me, I looked back and saw the trippiest thing. The car was closer to me but appeared to flicker/move backwards and forwards. It was still moving but it was really slow. That was when I decided to speed up and got to the other side of the road. When I was on the pavement, the car sped past as fast as it had been before and the dude who'd been loading stuff in the van that blocked my view stopped and stared at me with a look of shock on his face. According to my mother, the same dude knocked on my door the next day to apologize about parking the van in the way (or at least, I assume it must have been the same dude).
I don't know whether I'm mildly schizophrenic, incredibly lucky, psychic or some spirit is protecting me.
