Chasing Cars

Chapter One

Hey there! So sorry for the wait! I had, like, zero inspiration -___- Anyways, I'm getting a trailer made for this :D Hopefully. I just need someone to do it. Any takers? Also, since this is a really short filler, I would like you all to tell me what you would like to see happen in this story? Any scenes between Jay and his Nikki, his girlfriend? Or an extra cozy scene with Jay and Carlee? Or, how about a supppperrr amazing bitch fight between Nikki and Carlee? ;D those are always a good thing! But!!! You shall wait for that. So, yeah, just give suggestions to help with updating :D Oh, and I'm also gonna start a short story called Struggles. It's basically just a homosexual teen, and his struggles through life or whatever. Since boyxboy is popular now, I figure, why not try it too? Don't know when I'm gonna start it though. Anyway, ENJOY!! :D

Chasing Cars

Chapter One

I felt like Alice. Like I was falling down a hole, and I had no idea where it was leading to. Like my whole life had been a lie. Except I knew that the end of the hole didn't hold a magical land. And I knew that I would probably never stop falling. Sure, there would probably be times when it seemed like I had reached the end of the hole, but then the twig in the hole I was stuck on would break and I would be falling again. I hated not having a secure future. That's part of why I was with Nikki; she was so predictable. If I marry an unpredictable girl, I'll never know what will happen in the future, and it could cause unnecessary stress, which could strain a marraige. Maybe that's what happened to my parents. Maybe I could force them to sit and think about what they're doing. They're the ones who always told me it was good to have a secure future set up. That's why Carlee was just a best friend to me.

I thought of all of this while I was running; running from misery, running from stress, running from life. Life was so cruel. Surely I had done nothing wrong. Or had I? Maybe it was being with a girl I didn't love. Or maybe it was chasing cars. I stopped that thought immediately. I wouldn't blame Carlee for this. She'd been through enough already, without me putting a strain on our friendship just because I felt like I needed someone to blame. I wouldn't do that to her, to us.

When I finally stopped running, I realized I had come to a cemetary. I didn't usually visit this place, as no one close to me had died. But Carlee's mom had. She was burried in this cemetary. For as long as I had known Carlee, she'd never talked about her family. All she had said was her mom had died, and her sister was adopted. Whenever you brought up her dad, she would stiffen and change the subject. I never pressured her to talk to me about him after the first time. He must not have been a very good person. That's probably what drove her to try to k-

No. Stop. I shivered as flashes of that night two weeks ago flooded my mind. Everything had changed that night. My feelings toward Carlee, what I thought about her. I had always pictured Carlee as this bad ass chick who could never feel broken. But after that night.... I realized that Carlee had been through so much. That night I saw Carlee as an innocent little girl who had been hurt by almost everyone. Anytime a man touched her she freaked out. And that night, I had done something really stupid that I thought could damage our friendship... but I couldn't bring myself to regret what I did. And we never brought it up. Aside from me pointing out that scar this morning, we haven't exactly said anything about it. She was embarrassed about it, and I'd rather not make her, or myself, relive the pain from that night.

Carlee had said her mother had had an angel's name. And that she had the same last name as her. It's probably because Carlee didn't want her father's name. So I searched the rows of gravestones until I found one with Carlee's last name on it.

Ananchel Grace. Loving Mother, Loving Friend.

Ananchel. I racked my brain for research from a past project, and I remembered that Ananchel is the Angel of Grace. She must've been an amazing mother, with an open heart. A tear slipped down my cheek at all the sufferings Carlee must've been through. Here I was, complaining about how much my life sucked becuase my parents were getting divorced, while Carlee didn't have parents. She lived with a perverted foster dad, and wasn't allowed to talk or see her sister. How selfish am I?

I wiped away the tear and walked over to the big oak tree that overlooked the grave stones. I sat down against it and leaned my head back. I'm a selfish bastard.

Short, I know. But it's better than nothing. And I don't really know much about angels, I don't really believe in that stuff, so if whatever I've said is wrong, please correct me. I looked up angel names and saw the Angel of Grace and thought that'd be perfect, since her last name is Grace. :) Anyway, since it's short, I'll post the next chapter when I get a comment. And check out my poems, Bleed Out!

Also, can anyone make a trailer for this?