Nepenthe • Something that can make you forget grief or suffering.
Never feeling like they belonged was a feeling that Lissa Dragomir lived with, even with her family and life long best friend, although they aided in that feeling not being so strong...
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The sight they saw first was from a location within a moving car, two sets of eyes watching from the same place, two sets of emotions filling one body. One set of emotions, and the more dominant one, raged with fear, anticipation, pain, while the other, the more passive, burned with confusion and curiosity.
The body was on the backseat, next to the window, of an SUV, from where thebody was seated, both sets of eyes could see that the road saw slightly frosted, but nothing too much. The car's headlights reflecting off the road and another set of headlights shun from a safe distance behind them.
There were five people in the car. The driver, tall and lean with clear platinum blonde hair, carefully pulled back, the front passenger, with light brown hair, pulled back into a sophisticated up-do, and from where the body was sitting, they were wearing expensive party clothes.
"Oh fathe, turn it up." somebody requested, the voice eerily reminiscent of Lissa's own voice. The body turned it's head to the side, bobbing it slightly to the beat of the song, allowing the two pairs of eyes within the body to see a tall, annoyed blond guy, roll his eyes and lean against the window, wearing expensive clothes.
The girl sitting between the body and the boy, wearing a deep red dress that was off the shoulders nodded immediately, scootching forward and placing her hands on the front seats as she says "Please Mr. Dragomir, I love this song."
"This song is sick, the traditional 'vomit' definition of the word." the boy leaning against the window mutters, half annoyed, half tired.
"Shut up Andre!" The voice that sounded like Lissa's replied, turning her head forward and adding "Me and Rose want to hear it." As the body leaned forward, the true eyes of the body caugh the sight of the body throught the sun visor.
It was Lissa, a less tired and clearly happier Lissa, her blonde hair pulled into an updo that resembled the woman before her, and wearing a light green, regency-like dress.
"'Rose and I' Lissa, 'Rose and I'." The woman corrected, turning around in her seat, showing off a pair of deep blue eyes.
"I think the tune is rather catchy." The driver admitted, reaching for the volume dial, glancing down for a second before looking back up. As the man did so, a set of bright headlights blinding everyone in the car as the reason for the bright head light, another car, swerved into their lane, crashing head first into the SUV.
Everything that happened was a blur, happening too fast, yet simultaneously so painfully slow.
The car rolled backwards and into the railings of the curve in the road, the engine of the Dragomir's ceased to function as the whole front of the car was sent inwards into the car, the dashboard bending outwards, pushing the wheel into the driver's chest with such force that he was the first one to perish. The woman perished not long after her husband, the dashboard and windshield collapsing into her.
