Finding Cinderella Maybe Someday

RACHEL.
I can’t find her.
CLAYTON, 
CLAYTON
, 
CLAYTON.
I’m wet. It’s cold. My head hurts. My arms hurt.
I can’t see her, I can’t see her, I can’t see her, I can’t see
him.
Silence.
Silence.

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Silence.
DEAFENING SILENCE.
“Miles!”
I open my eyes.
It’s wet, it’s wet, there’s water, it’s wet.
Water is in the car.
I unbuckle my seat belt and turn around. Her hands are on
his car seat. “Miles, help me! It’s stuck!”
I try.
I try again.
But she needs to get out, too.
She needs to get out, too.
I kick my window and break the glass. I saw it in a movie
once.
Make sure there’s a way out before there’s too much
pressure on the
windows.
“Rachel, get out! I’ve got him!”
She tells me no. She won’t stop trying to get him out.
I’ll get him, Rachel.
She can’t get out. Her seat belt is stuck. It’s too tight.
I let go of the car seat and reach for her seat belt. My hands
are underwater when I find it.
She slaps at my arms and attempts to push me away from
her.
“Get him first!” she screams. “Get him out first!”
I can’t.
They’re both stuck.
You’re stuck, Rachel.
Oh, God.
I’m scared.
Rachel is scared.
The water is everywhere. I can’t see him anymore.
I can’t see her.
I can’t hear him.
I reach for her seat belt again.

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I get it off her.
I grab her hands. Her window isn’t broken.
Mine is.
I pull her forward. She’s fighting me.
She’s fighting me.
She stops fighting me.
Fight me, Rachel.
Fight me.
Move.
Someone is reaching in through my window.
“Give me her hand!” I hear him yell.
The water is coming in through my window now.
The entire backseat is water.
Everything is water.
I give him Rachel’s hand. He helps me get her out.
Everything is water.
I try to find him.
I can’t breathe.
I try to find him.
I can’t breathe.
I try to save him.
I want to be his hero.
I can’t breathe.
So I just stop.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
DEAFENING SCREAM.
I cover my ears with my hands.
I cover my heart with armor.
I cough until I can breathe again.
I open my eyes. 
We’re in a boat.

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I look around. 
We’re on a lake.
I bring my hand up to my jaw.
My hand is red.
Covered in blood as red as Rachel’s hair.
Rachel.
I find Rachel.
Clayton.
I don’t find Clayton.
I push up on my hands and move to the edge of the boat.
I need to find him.
Someone stops me. Someone pulls me back.
Someone won’t let me.
Someone is telling me it’s too late.
Someone tells me he’s sorry.
Someone tells me we can’t get to him.
Someone tells me we went over the bridge after the impact.
Someone tells me he’s 
so
sorry.
I move to Rachel, instead.
I try to hold her, but she won’t let me. She’s screaming.
Sobbing. CRYING. WAILING.
She hits me.
She kicks me.
She says I should have saved him instead.
But I tried to save you both, Rachel.
“You should have saved 
him
, Miles!” she cries.
You should have saved 
him.
You should have saved 
him.
I should have saved 
HIM.
She’s screaming.
Sobbing. 
CRYING
.