"But the silence of this sound is soon to follow. Somehow sundown"- Shattered, Trading Yesterday

Episode 1: Shattered
Written By: Kelly Zollo

Scene 1: West Lake; Shoreline

Standing on the edge of the water, I look at the cool blue of it, attempting to feel something other than emptiness. I feel so hollow watching those I love and care about around me, wanting to reach out and comfort them knowing now that I cannot. Sometimes it feels like I keep walking the same path over and over, as if it a repeating dream. The water touches my foot as I take the first step in; it is the only thing that I can feel as it engulfs me.

The water is semi warm for this time of year. I remember all the summers spent at the lake in my bathing suit with my friends wondering if we would all stay so innocent. It comes at me in waves of violence as I take a few more steps into the water the belt grips me firm to the seat as my hands flare out to reach for the button. I can feel the warm liquid seep down my face and the cries from the car quickly sound empty and hollow. I look to the driver's side seat and quickly realize that she is no longer there.

Panic sets in as the belt doesn't release from the buckle, that holds it not sure if it is my unsteady hands or just really bad luck. I should have driven when we agreed to go to the police about everything instead she had insisted. Even though I'd had a couple of drinks, I still knew it was a bad idea for her to drive just looking at the car and feeling a pit in my stomach. By now the water is coming in through the gaping hole in the driver side window and my fists are beating against the glass.

They say that when you go there is supposed to be some sort of great silence filled with a bright light at the end of the tunnel. I can remember my eyes going hazy, the water filling my lungs as the air inside the car is ripped from me. I look around and see blood mixing in with blue water and I can feel my body go numb. I have to wonder in my final moments if they had set something up to keep me from speaking out telling after the threats. Only this time it isn't just me they silence- it included my best friend as well who begged me to tell. I feel the last breath leave my lungs and I close my eyes.

Opening them back up I'm at the edge of the lake again looking out at the water. It's the same thing every year, without fail. Sometimes people come and sit at the edge and I watch them to see how much they've changed. Wondering where they are, wondering if she made it out alive to tell the police. People say that when you die you cross over I guess that is true if you are lucky enough to get the chance for me I'm stuck in a never ending dream that repeats over and over again every year.

My name is Hannah Donovan and I may be dead but I certainly don't feel it.