The crash [GIRLXGIRL]

final breath

The town was in front of us, much like Glazebrook, maybe even a little bit smaller.

"Ok, we can get out here," she pulled over outside of a town centre, people busy running around to all the shops, no one had time to stop and think.

"Ok, there's a fast food restaurant, let's go eat," I smiled. JJ gave me a slight smile back. The restaurant was like an old diner from the 60s.

"This place is cool," said JJ, sitting in a booth.

"What do you guys want?" said a tall skinny waitress speaking in a very southern accent.

"I'll have a hamburger with fries and a slice of blueberry pie, please," I smiled. She kissed her teeth like I had made her job harder.

"What about you?" she looked JJ up and down.

"A salad, please," she said. I gave JJ a look of pity, but she didn't notice.

"This isn't a salad bar, babe, we don't do salad," she wrote down my order in her notepad.

"Just a strawberry milkshake, then," JJ smiled.

"Whatever," flipping over the top of the notepad to close it.

"Be with ya in a minute," she walked off.

"Just a milkshake? We haven't eaten anything proper in 3 days," I slyly said.

"Yeah, I guess I'm not that hungry," she smiled, biting her nails.

"Ok," I said.

"Here you go," the lady placed the plates on the table.

"Thanks," smiled JJ.

"Turn this channel off," screamed an obviously drunk man. The waitress turned it over and put the news on.

"These fries are good, try one," I said, sticking one in JJ's face.

"Thanks," she placed it on a tissue.

"Aren't you going to eat it?" I looked at her, trying to make her admit it.

"I will in a second," she smiled, her head quickly turned towards the TV.

"Police are still on the search for the two murderers, teenagers Jessica Jones and Maya Clark, responsible for the murder of Mr. Jones, Jessica's father. The girls have been on the run for multiple days and their whereabouts are unknown," JJ's head turned to me, her face like a ghost. My head snapped to the waitress; she was on the phone, her face too white. She was looking at us; she was on the phone to the police. JJ grabbed me, pulling out of the booth and into her arms. She was fireman carrying me to the car; it was hot, but I had to stay focused.

"Quickly, get in, get in," she screamed.

I threw myself in the car; she stepped on the gas, and the car flew forward, pulling me back in the start. We could hear the sirens; they were getting closer. I looked back and saw cop cars chasing us.

"We're going to get caught," cried JJ. I was not going to get caught; I was going to be with JJ forever. Nothing was going to stop that.

"No, we're not," I turned the steering wheel sharply. The car swiveled until it ran into a pole, making it fly headfirst, landing upside down. I was getting déjà vu.

"Why did you do that?" coughed JJ, her body on the windshield.

"JJ," I screamed. She was bleeding really bad; her shirt stained red. Alya's face flashed on hers; the only memory I have of my sister was a nightmare, and the last thing I was going to see of her was a nightmare.

"Are you ok?"

"Maya, look," she lifted her arm and pointed at my chest. A huge shard of glass was sticking out. I didn't even feel it until I did. I collapsed in my seat; JJ climbed down next to me, choking on her blood.

"I love you, Mi, and I always will," she smiled.

"I love you too," taking her in my arms.

"I had to do that; we would never escape," I cried.

"I know, baby, I know," she wiped my cheek.

I heard glass footsteps outside the window; the police were getting closer, and JJ was getting further, and so was I. We were on our final breaths; her tears were rolling down her cheek as we held each other.

"I'll see you up there, won't I?" she cried.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world," I chuckled she nodded and closed her eyes as her last and final breath.

"I'll be there in a minute, J," I smiled, kissing her clenched hand.

I had escaped the evil grasps of death once, giving me a lifetime of pain and suffering. It would be stupid to think I could do it again. I put my head on JJ's, closed my eyes, and said,

"I'm coming." A warm rush overwhelmed me like a heated blanket or a hug, and a blinding light flashed in front of me. A vision of young jj and eye played infront of me we where playing in the woods she was happy for once she was happy after the short story ended jj stood there hand stretched out waiting for me.

In the silence of death, a soul whispers its final breath. In the cacophony of life, a soul sings its eternal song.