CLASS TRIP GONE WRONG?!

Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Sahara's POV

When I arrived home, I kept wondering how we were going to do this. It would be difficult and there was always the possibility of PRISON, but I'm not freaking out. My mind was somewhere else all day and I was unable to focus. I just kept worrying that our plan wouldn't work. It seemed so impossible, but at least Tyler was sure of herself. When I settled into bed, I expected my dreams to portray the uneasy feelings I had been experiencing all day. Unfortunately, I was wrong. The nightmare was the same as always.

The nightmare was the same as always. The night flew by the rain rain soaked window of my brother's car faster then I thought possible. It didn't matter. It just stated out blankly, anything to avoid Brent's ever present gaze on me. I didn't want to talk to him. I didn't want to explain why I had called him to pick me up this late at night in the middle of nowhere. He cleared, trying to get me to make eye contact. Not going to happen.

"So... do you want to tell me what all this was about?" he asked awkwardly, finally realizing I wasn't going to tell him on my own.

"Not really." I replied in a detached voice. Brent shrugged.

"Okay" he said, thankfully dropping the subject.

"Do you wanna listen to some music?" He asked.

"Sure" I said, praying silently that he wouldn't try to ask me anything else about tonight.

He didn't, instead doing as he said and turning the radio on. Green Day blasted through the speakers, "My shadow's the only one that walks beside me ..." Billie Joe sang. I relaxed slightly in my seat, grinning to myself. Brent knows I like Green Day.

I dared a sideways glance at my brother and saw him quietly singing along. Deciding that he was done quizzing me about tonight's events I smirked.

"No need to ruin the song for me." I joked, referring to his singing.

He mocked a look of offense. "I have a beautiful voice!" he argued, pretending to be an opera singer but only accomplishing sounding like a dying cat.

I laughed. "No! You sing like this." I began jamming out with Billie Joe "I walk alone and I walk a- " I screamed the chorus at the top of my lungs and Brent scoffed.

"NO, IT GOES LIKE THIS!" He shouted over the music, his voice joining in.

We were having a full out sing/scream war when there was a blinding light. We both stopped singing and Brent jerked the wheel to the right, sending me into the side door. The collision was quick, but it seemed to happen in slow motion.

At first, I didn't even realize that the blinding light was the headlights of the 18 wheeler coming head-on. But sure enough, that's what it was and it was barreling toward us at top speed. I screamed as the truck violently crashed into my brother's car just as he managed to angle it in a way that forced his side of the car to take the bulk of the hit. The sound of metal on metal was deafening and there was an ear splitting screech of tires against the wet pavement. I was flung into the side window with such force, the glass shattered. I barely had time to register the explosion of pain before I blacked out.

The sound of the sirens echoed through the darkness. My eyes fluttered open and I felt numb. I dragged myself from the the flipped car, everything spinning. The flashing lights made everything seem surreal. My eyes slowly wandered the horrific scene before me, not truly registering anything I saw. Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed my shoulders and began pulling me away from the crushed, smoking remains of my brother's car. There were voices swimming around me, but I couldn't separate one from the other.

"Brent," I reached forward.

"My brother!" I croaked.

Whoever was holding me back continued to drag me away. Just as I was about to ask where Brent was, the car exploded, bursting into flames before my very eyes. In that moment, I only heard one thing

"...still inside." Someone was saying.

Brent was still inside. There was a high-pitched noise that rose above the sound of the flames. It took me a minute before I realized it was me screaming. As the last image I would ever have of my brother faded into darkness, the somehow still surviving radio played the remainder of the Green Day song.

"I'm the only one and I walk alone..."

I awoke with a start, the memory of the pain fading. Sighing, I sat upright. Ever since that night, I've been having the same nightmare. I wished that for just one night, I would be able to have a dreamless sleep. I glanced at the clock sitting on my bed-side table. 3:05 A.M. Fantastic!

I slid the covers off and swung my legs off the edge of the bed. I sat still listening. I heard voices steadily getting louder. My Parents. Ever since the accident, all they did was scream at each other.

"YOU ARE WORTHLESS!" I heard my mom scream.

I chuckled, not amused with her outbursts. My mom was a drunk. When Brent died, she drowned all her feelings and emotions in an endless stream of vodka and bourbon. When she wasn't passed out, she was shouting at me or my father about how useless we were and how much she hated us.

Feel bad? Don't, the feeling is mutual.

My dad yelled a string of profanities. I could've continued to listen to the heated arguement, but it was all to familiar. I peered into the darkness of my room, trying to remember where I had placed my Ipod. Maybe, at least I could drown out the screaming with some music.