#Chapter 8 - Push & Pull

Celia's POV That was five years ago. ** “Drive safe!” The words fall from my mouth in a cheery tone despite the agony that crashed throughout my body. I stare at my parents, waving at them with a pained smile on my face. Snow falls from the sky. Snowflakes land on my clothes, immediately melting from my body heat. My parents wavs and get inside their car. The engine roars to life. Anxiety causes my body to tingle. I fight against the invisible grip that holds me in place, wanting to bring my parents back inside the house…so that they don’t have to drive in hazardous conditions. The car slowly rolls out of the driveway, their tires slipping across the ice covered road. My parents wave from the car window, the back tires spinning and slipping across the black ice. The hold on my body releases and I rush down the stairs. Tears drop from my eyes at a rapid pace. I chase my parents’ car down the road, watching as they disappear further and further down the street. I w