Dany Atkins - Fractured

Fractured

By Dany Atkins

Copyright Dany Atkins 2009

Dany Atkins asserts the moral right to

be identified as the author of this work

This novel is entirely a work of fiction.

The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are

the work of the authors imagination. Any resemblance to

actual persons, living or dead, events or localities

is entirely coincidental.

For Ralph. Forever.

And of course for Luke, just because.

But mostly for Kimberley, who helped make this happen.

My first life ended at 10.37 pm on a rainy December night, on a deserted street beside the old church.

My second life began some ten hours later, when I woke up to the blinding brilliance of the hospital lighting, with a large head wound and a life about which I had absolutely no recollection. I was surrounded by friends and family too, and that should have made it better. But it didnt, as some of them had been dead for a considerable period of time.

* * *

I wanted to write down everything that had happened, to see if by committing it to paper I could make some sense of it all. Or perhaps I just needed to prove to everyone (even myself) that I wasnt going crazy. For a long time I thought that this story should begin with what happened to me at the church, when my life literally came apart, but now I realise that to understand it all, I have to go back much further than that. For it really all began five years earlier, on the night of the farewell dinner.

CHAPTER 1

September 2004

Long after the screaming had stopped, when the only sound to be heard was the soft crying of my friends as they waited for the ambulance to arrive, did I realise that I was still clutching the lucky penny tightly within my palm. My fingers refused to unfurl from around the tiny copper talisman, as though by sheer will alone, I would somehow be able to wind back time and erase the tragedy around me.

Was it really only half an hour earlier that Jimmy had picked up the glinting coin from the restaurants tarmaced car park?

For luck, he had grinned, tossing the coin up in the air and deftly catching it with one hand.

I smiled back and then saw the flicker of irritation flash through his pale blue eyes as Matt had quipped,

Jimmy mate, you shouldve said if youre a little short of cash, no need to go grovelling about on the floor for money!

Matt had laughed then, and thrown his arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to his side. I thought the darkening expression on Jimmys face was just a natural reaction to Matts unnecessary comment, which highlighted the differences between their backgrounds. And maybe that was part of it. But it wasnt all of it. There was more though of course I didnt understand that for a long time.

The three of us were standing in the fading sunlight of a warm September evening, waiting for the rest of our group to arrive. Jimmy had already been waiting in the car park when Matt and I had driven in. Matt had made quite a show of circling the empty spaces, looking for just the right spot to park his new acquisition. I guess he was still in that strange honeymoon phase boys have when theyre really in love with their cars. I just hoped hed have the good sense not to gloat about it too much in front of the rest of the group.

The new car was shiny, sporty and expensive. Thats as much as I know about cars. Hed been given it by his parents when the exam results had come out. That alone should tell you enough about Matts family to understand why comments about money sometimes hit a raw nerve with the rest of us. For the most part, Matt was really good and didnt rub it in too much. But the odd glib remark occasionally slipped under the wire and lit a spark. I really hoped he wasnt going to say anything that would ruin what was probably going to be one of the last nights we would all be spending together for quite a while.

Youve been at work today Jimmy? I asked, knowing full well that he had, but anxious to steer things back onto neutral ground. Jimmy turned and gave me the smile that I swear hadnt changed at all since he was four years old.

Yep, this is my last week helping out my uncle, after that Im happily handing back the wheelbarrow and the pitchfork. The gardening world and I are about to part company.

Still, look at the bright side, youve got a great tan this summer, youd not have got that stacking shelves in the supermarket.

And it was true, Jimmys normally fair skin was coloured a soft golden brown, and his forearms were definitely more sinewed and defined from his months of outdoor work. Of course Matt and I were both still sporting fairly decent suntans from our holiday in France at his parents villa. That too had been another congratulatory gift for both of us this time.

Actually my Dad had quite an issue over that one. Sure, he liked Matt well enough; he was a fairly familiar fixture around our house, and we had been going out for almost two years. But it had still been touch and go whether hed allow me to go away for a fortnight with Matts family. Part of it had been the money thing, because, of course, Matts parents had refused to accept any payment for the trip. The other part . . . the big part . . . had been the dad/daughter/boyfriend thing. I guess thats universal though with Dads, but it seemed even more so in our case, with no Mum around to smooth things over. Eventually Matt and I had managed to persuade him; explaining how everything was going to be all above board, how it was strictly separate bedrooms and that wed be with Matts parents the whole time. Basically, we had just lied.

This chain of thought had made me wonder, and not for the first time, how Dad was going to cope when the time came for me to leave for university at the end of the month. I felt a frown forming and determinedly pushed the thought away. Id spent most of the summer struggling with that one and I was not going to ruin the last evening my friends and I were going to have together by worrying over things I couldnt change.

Fortunately just then two cars, both considerably older than Matts, but no less appreciated by their owners, pulled into the restaurants car park. The rear door of the small blue car nearest to where we stood flung open and Sarah ran over towards us in a clatter of improbably high heels. She tottered alarmingly over the uneven surface before enveloping me in a huge hug.

Rachel, my lovely, how are you? I hugged her back, feeling momentarily choked to realise that soon Id only be seeing her during the uni holidays and not every day, as we had done for all of our senior school years. Apart from Jimmy, she was my oldest friend. And however close Jimmy and I were, and had always been, there were still some topics of conversation that were reserved only for your girlfriends.

Sorry were late, Sarah apologised.

I gave her a wry smile. Sarah was always late. For a girl so naturally pretty, she still seemed to require an incredible amount of time getting ready to go out, with multiple hair and outfit changes before she could be persuaded to step away from the mirror. And she never seemed satisfied with the final effect, which was ridiculous, because with her heart-shaped face, her shiny brown curls and petite frame she always looked perfectly lovely.

Have you been waiting long? she asked, slipping her arm through mine and pulling me away from Matt to walk with her across the car park to the restaurants entrance. This was most likely to ensure that she made it in one piece across the tarmac with those ridiculously high stilettos, although it could have been to avoid watching Trevor and Phils knee-jerk reaction to Cathy as she climbed out of the car beside them.