Polaroid

Speckled Flowers

What would happen if I were to just let go? Just loosen my grip around the smooth, cold metal bars of the roaring monster beneath me. Just let go and fall into a patch of blooming yellow dandelions.

The sharp turns that we were taking every other seconds was enough to start letting go. It wouldn't take much. It would be declared an accident; going too fast and not holding on well enough.

They would still blame her though. They would blame her for driving too fast, for not wearing our helmets. I didn't like helmets though; I wanted the feeling of the wind whipping through my brown hair, not the disgusting touch of a helmet that cradled bugs and dirt.

They would always blame her for my death.

I knew it was going to hurt her. When she turned around from a sharp turn that we had just completed 'successfully' and saw my body laying there. My neck twisted at an odd angle, the freckles of blood covering the beautiful flowers that are declared weeds. Her sobs would ring out into the empty air. Nobody would hear her cries for help, not out here in the woods. She wouldn't be able to do anything, and by the time she got back it would be too late.

But I couldn't let go. Something told me not too. Maybe it was the smile she gave me as we finished the track again for the numerous time. Maybe that was enough evidence to know that I could never let go. I couldn't do it to her. She was my best friend. So I kept quiet, not making a noise, and smiled whenever she looked back to make sure I was having fun.