HOW FAR I CAN LET YOU SINK

There's always tomorrow

When I regained consciousness I realized I was still in the car and Anthony wasn’t. I couldn’t see from my left eye and could barely move my legs. I was afraid I wouldn’t have been able to walk again, but I was also afraid to lose my best friend. I was still in the car which was upside down. My neck hurt because of my position. I ignored the throbbing pain and managed to open the door of the extremely smashed car and to crawl away. Anthony was there, on the cold soil, motionless, his eyes wide open.  My sight was a little blurred but I swear to God I saw his bloody mouth smile and he might have said something as well. I tried to reach him crawling and reassure him with an “everything will be fine”  even if I knew it wouldn’t. After all we went through together, we had to say goodbye. That was our stop, our terminus. “Anthony.” I tried to say but my voice wouldn’t come out.  I could almost touch his injured hand but my body was slowly leaving me and so was my best friend, again. 

An extremely loud scream woke me up. I rapidly opened my eyes and saw I was still in the car, next to Anthony who was calmly driving with his favorite music on the radio (the scream that awoke me came from the lead singer of As I Lay Dying, one of my friend’s favorite band). He turned around to look at me, and then went back to driving. Outside of the car, up in the sky, the sun shone, free from the grey clouds that wanted to smother it. It was not their time even if it should have been since the month we were in. The light was hurting my  eyes, but I didn’t care because I was happy that what happened before was just the umpteenth nightmare. Anthony was alive, I was.
I looked at my watch, it was almost 7.30 am. I haven’t slept that much. I looked at Anthony. He had deep bags under his tired eyes and couldn’t stop rubbing them.
“Do you want me to drive?” I asked him. He agreed that it was better for him to rest for few hours and let me drive. I wasn’t used to driving with the automatic gear but I almost immediately learned how to do that. It wasn’t that difficult after all, on the contrary, it made everything easier.
“Where are we going exactly?” I asked him as I sat down on the driver seat and grabbed the wheel firmly.
“Seattle.”
“Why?”
“Ian just drive.” He said annoyed. Then he covered himself with his jacket and closed his eyes. His head rested on his shoulder and his hair touched the misted glass, drawing little and thin lines every time the wheels would fall in a pothole on the street. Although there was a bright sun outside, it was very cold and I started to shiver because of it. I hadn’t brought with me any clothes; I just had the ones I was wearing: a white short-sleeved shirt and short pants while Anthony had his usual beige pants, a Bordeaux shirt and his “famous” red jacket. I drove for a while, Anthony’s light breath keeping me company. That road looked familiar to me. I remembered being in the car with my mother and Anthony, something like 9 years ago.
“We were going to the Lassen Volcanic National Park” I told myself. I remembered we had a lot of fun; we watched the view sitting on a mountain, run like crazy and have amazing picnics. I don’t exactly know why I did that but as I got the change I turned right, changed lane (thing that was possible because nobody was driving there expect me), went on a bridge and drove on the Antelope Boulevard and then right again on the 36 that led me to that park. I stopped buying some food and a cheap jacket.  It took me almost an hour to drive till there but it was worthy.  There wasn’t snow yet so I could park the car on the grass easily. From where I was I could see a bench and a table. Once the food was ready the only thing left to do was to wake Anthony up, hoping he wouldn’t get mad at me for stopping our “journey”. Before I could turn around I felt a warm big hand on my shoulder.
“ I bet you’re surprised.” I told him without looking at his face.
“Dude, where are we?”
“You really don’t remember?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice.
“Does it seem like I remember?”  Said he so I pointed to the mountain, the one we climbed and sat on nine years ago. He didn’t say anything but I could hear a smile forming on his face.
“It didn’t really change, did it?” He said after several minutes we stood there contemplating the view.
“It didn’t. We did.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“I always am.”
“Ahahah. Shut up.” Said Anthony as he pushed me and ran towards the table. I didn’t move. I looked at him looking at the food and asking me why I hadn’t bought something that contained bacon in it. For a second I could see my best friend again; the real one. And we were spending time together, without a camera recording every second of it.
“It’s just 9.48 am but I’m going to eat that turkey sandwich so bad.” I smiled. It was him again.

Oook so I know The Lassen Volcanic National Park doesn’t have mountains but let’s just pretend we don’t know that park because otherwise no happy romantic moments are going to happen muahahah. I’m thinking about writing this short journey from Sacramento to Seattle in order to add some “cuteness” to this sad story, more like the sad story is going to be lol but  obviously just if you want (but I swear it will not last more than 1 chapter so is not going to be a boring thing).  Let me know in the comments maybe, I’d be happy to write it. Votes would make me so happy. I will upload a new chapter when the previous one gets more than 50 reads. Thanks for reading so much. See ya.