I froze, my mouth dropping open. Was Hudson for real? I swallowed nervously, my mouth becoming dry. My heartbeat was racing again.

"Tell him to pull over! Now!"

"Excuse me," I started, noticing how scared my voice sounded. "I change my mind, could you actually drop me off here?"

The taxi driver looked me curiously for a second before nodding. "I can't pull off right here, but after this light I can."

"Okay," I responded, relaxing again.

"Is he letting you out?" Hudson asked.

"Yeah."

"Try to keep him occupied, I'm almost there."

"Okay."

I closed my eyes for a second, breathing deeply. This had been a close one. If Hudson hadn't said anything, I would have probably died today. Hudson's breathing on the other side of the phone was also helping to calm me. Suddenly I felt a change in the car, and thought we were pulling over.

"Shit," the taxi driver swore.

My eyes snapped open and I looked over at him. His foot was working at the brake. Which wasn't working. Immediately my heart beat increased and I began to panic. It was happening.

The taxi driver reached for the emergency break, and ripped it. The car didn't stop. In fact, it was steadily gaining speed. The driver swore again and tried the other brakes again, pumping them furiously. He accidentally pressed down on the gas pedal, sending the taxi jolting forwards.

I screamed, being thrown forwards and banging into the dash.

"What's wrong?" Hudson demanded in an alarmed voice.

"Shit, shit, shit," the driver repeated, slamming his fists on the wheel.

"Willow!" Hudson shouted through the phone. "Answer me!"

I tried to control my breathing. It was coming out in short rasps. I gasped, trying to stop it. Was this what people called hyperventilating?

"It's happening," I panted, my voice shaking. "The brakes broke! We're going to crash!"

Hudson swore. In fact, he swore quite a few times. I continued to hyperventilate, grabbing the dash and trying to calm myself. I had to be calm in a situation such as this otherwise I would die

"Willow, Willow calm down or you'll have a heart attack!"

I took deep gasps of air, trying to do as Hudson said. "I'm... trying..."

"I need you to tell me where you are."

I looked at my surrounding, my breathing becoming a little easier. "In front of the pet store."

"Shit," Hudson muttered, and I heard a horn blare from his side.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing," Hudson responded. "There's roughly two minutes before you make it to that gas station."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. The taxi driver looked at me frantically.

"What do I do?" he asked, his hand shaking. "The brakes failed!"

"I don't know," I told him, my hand shaking. "I don't know! We're thinking! Hudson!"

"Hold on!" he responded, sounding irritated. "I'm thinking! Shit!"

"I don't want to die," I told him, feeling my eyes water up.

"You're not going to die," Hudson responded forcefully. "Close your eyes. I'm going to count to sixty with you. And when we're done counting, I promise I'll be there and make sure you don't die."

"You promise?"

"I can't promise it won't hurt," Hudson told me, sounding regretful. "But I promise you won't die."

"I don't care if I get hurt as long as I don't die."

"Okay, close your eyes."

I did as he said. I closed my eyes and slumped down in my seat, taking long, calming breaths.

"Sixty," Hudson started, his voice a forced calm. "Fifty-nine, fifty-eight."

I listened, ignoring the sounds of blaring horns and squealing tires from outside. I ignored the driver's rambling. I ignored the bumpy feeling of the car bouncing from speed.

"Count with me, Willow," Hudson ordered. "Fifty-five."

"Fifty-four, fifty-three," I continued, his voice combing with mine. "Fifty-two, fifty-one, fifty."

My hands were sweaty. One was on the side of the door, grasping it so hard my knuckles were white and my other hand was on my phone. It was hard to keep a good grasp on the phone due to how hard the phone was.

The taxi driver was now crying. I tried to ignore him the best I could. If I didn't, I knew I was going to start crying as well. Tears were already rolling down my face, but I wasn't sobbing. I swallowed hard, my throat hitching on the number "thirty".

"Stay calm, Willow," Hudson commanded. "Come on, keep going."

"Twenty-seven," I whispered, my breath starting to quicken again. "Twenty-six, twenty-five, twenty-four..."

"Twenty-three, twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty," Hudson continued calmly. "Breathe, Willow."

I took a couple deep breaths as he continued. I suddenly felt sick. I clenched the door tighter. I swallowed hard.

"Ten," Hudson said.

"I'm scared!" I cried, losing control of my breathing. "Hudson! I'm-"

"Nine," Hudson said forcefully. "We're almost done. Eight."

I glanced at the speedometer. We were at 100mph. I looked out the window. We were in front of the shops in the vision. I looked out the front. This was the hill...

"Five," Hudson continued.

I screamed as the bus from my vision flew out in front of us. The driver's cry drowned out my own. I continued screaming, even though I knew we were going to miss the bus. We passed it without a problem like in my vision and the gas station was displayed in front of us.

"One!" Hudson shouted.

Suddenly, I was flung to the right. My head smashed into the door window. I gasped as my vision disappeared for a moment. Then my world was turned upside down. I screamed in a panic when I realized the car was rolling. My seat belt was digging against my chest. With each roll my head either hit the window or the dash.

Glass shattered down from the windshield and my window. I didn't even feel it raining down on me. I was still in too much shock from the actual rolling for it to hurt. The rolling continued for what felt like a year, but was probably only a few seconds. Then suddenly it stopped.

I was hanging upside down in my seat, my seatbelt constricting my breathing. I fumbled with numb hands with the seat belt until it clicked and I fell to the roof. I quickly moved my hands in front of my face to protect it. It was a good thing I did too, because there was glass where my face would have landed.

"Are you okay?" a croaky voice asked next to me.

I slowly turned my head to see the taxi driver. He looked fine. I wanted to scream, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm bleeding for fun and enjoy being bruised" at him, but I saved my sarcasm. I wasn't really up for it, and now wasn't the time. So I took the in general answer.

"I'm fine," I told him. "I think..."

I didn't know how long it was, but suddenly I heard the sound of police and ambulances. The rest of what happened passed in a blur. I was extracted from the car, quickly strapped to a stretcher, and shoved into the ambulance.

"Can you hear me?" one of the medics asked.

I nodded at him.

"How do you feel?"

"I could be worse," I joked, but the medic didn't smile.

We arrived at the hospital, and I had to go through a few tests and be checked out by a doctor. It took a whole three hours to do all that, and by the time they led me back to a room, I was sore all over from prodding and my feet were sore from standing the entire time.

I had come out pretty okay. Somehow I had managed to break my wrist. I noticed when we arrived here and someone touched it. That hurt pretty bad. I had bruises on my legs and arms and cuts pretty much everywhere, but nothing too serious.

"It's a lucky thing that other car crashed into you," the doctor who was in my room with me said. "Otherwise you would have crashed into the gas station."

So that was what happened. A different car had crashed into ours and thrown off our path. How lucky was that? Then something hit me.

"What about the people in the other car?" I asked, worried.

"There was only one person, but I haven't heard anything about him."

My heartbeat began to speed up. "Him?"

The doctor nodded. "I believe he's a high school student. Or that's what I've heard?"

I suddenly felt sick and I quickly clenched my stomach, bending over. The doctor was next to me at once.

"Are you okay?" she asked, putting a hand on my back.

"I need to see that man!" I demanded, a lump in my throat. "Right away!"

"I don't know," the doctor responded. "I'll have to go check if he was sent to this hospital... or if he's even-"

"Go check," I interrupted her, not wanting to hear anymore. "Now, please."

The doctor stared at me for a moment with her lips pursed but than she sighed and backed away from me. "I'll be back."

I pulled myself back to the bed and collapsed on it, my chest pounding painfully. Was Hudson the teenager in the other car? The one who had crashed into us to stop the prediction? It had to be. That car hadn't been in my vision. I felt sick again and dry heaved a few times. If something bad had happened to him, it would be my fault.

I bashed my head repeatedly into my pillow and regretted it instantly. Dizziness swept over me and the room spun for a few moments. When it stopped I bit at my lip as hard as I could.

He would be all right. I just had to believe in him, right? That's how it worked in the movies. Something bad would happen to the hero, and if the heroine believed in him, both of them would make it out of whatever the problem was with no problems.

I flopped back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. The waterworks began now. I rubbed at the first few tears with the back of my bandaged hand. Crying was pointless; it didn't help anything at all. But I couldn't get them to stop.

After a little while there was a knock at the door. I quickly rubbed my face and sat up. My doctor came back in and offered a smile to me.

"Well?"

"Hudson Matthews. Do you know him?" she asked, coming over to me and sitting on the bed.

I nodded my head vehemently. It pounded again and I held it for a moment. "How is he?"

The doctor smiled sadly. I felt my heart drop and the tears start again. I rubbed at them furiously. Why was I crying? I was just jumping to conclusions, assuming stuff. Nothing was wrong. Hudson was fine. She was just smiling, not sadly. That was my own delusion.

This was our movie. Hudson's and my movie. I was fine, so of course had to be fine. It happened in all the movies, and it would happen in ours. I refused to believe in anything else.

"I'm sorry," she said.

That's right. My life isn't a movie.

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