Crash ~Justin Bieber~

Chapter 1 ~ Trust Your Gut

(Rachel's POV)

I always thought that I'd know.

I always thought if something bad was going to happen, that I'd feel it, that'd Id taste it, and that I'd have time to warn the ones I loved. But I felt nothing when I said goodbye to William Green on December 3rd 2008. I didn't feel fear. I didn't feel sadness. I felt everything that was normal to my eleven-year-old self. I felt like me.

Surely a day so destructive should look a little different to all the days that I had lived before. And surely somebody's last words to me, should sound a little strange if fete had already determined that I wasn't going to hear those words anymore. But no. I felt nothing odd or unfamiliar. I felt simple. I felt fine.

"William, remember to give these to Patty" my mother said, passing him a plate of cakes, "And let her know that I will drop Justin home after hockey practice today. Okay?"

"Alright mom" my brother William replied, "Randy - hurry it along!"

My other brother Randy climbed into the passenger seat, his hockey gear was already in the back. He buckled himself into a seat of passenger seat of normalcy, and unbeknownst to him, into a seat of change.

"Good luck on your speech Rache!" William called to me "Don't be nervous!"

They were Will's last words to me. Meaningless and blank, but still, definite lasts. And I still I felt normal. I still felt calm. The day's distractions were the only thing on my mind. I was still little Rachel Green. The naive and nervous me.

"Hi, Mrs. Davis, can I please borrow Rachel for a minute?"

I never made the speech. I was pulled from my class moments in.

"Just one minute sweetheart, come with me"

Mr. Andrews took me to his office, the colorful councilors room where crazy Evan Granger spent a great deal of time. He gave me a glass of water and a friendly cushion to lean on, and then he told me that there had been a car accident and that Pattie Lyn Mallette was on her way to collect me.

I had to ask who Pattie Lyn Mallette was, I knew her only as 'Justin's mom'.

Justin and I slept in the living room of his grandparent's house that night. I started to feel it then. A warning found me, and this one told me that something was very, very wrong. William's car had crashed, but for the time being, that was all I knew. Both of my brothers had been taken to the hospital, and that was okay to me. Hospitals fixed things. Will and Randy had both been there before. And they had both always come back. If you make it to the hospital then you made it home. That was just how it worked. You always made it home.

But I was wrong.

I woke up to Justin's hysterical cries somewhere around two in the morning. He was in the kitchen so I snuck out of my sleeping bag and peered around the couch. He was thirteen years old back then, but he was clinging to his mother like an infant. He was shaking and fighting her, he was shouting and crying. Justin didn't want to believe that it was true. But it was true.

William had died in the wreckage. He had never made it to the hospital alive. And Randy had lived, or so we thought. If we had been able to glance into our un-seeable futures, we would have seen that this was in fact a lie.

Randy was still breathing, but Randy had died to.

~*~

(Three years later)

Randy Green... is a thug.

Randy Green.... Is loyal to no one.

Randy Green.... Feeds of pain.