Lost

Brenda Lee molded the last strand of her blonde hair into a tight spiral, ran her fingers through the curl to tame it down and a sigh escaped from her lipstick-covered, blood red lips. The teenage girl had been forced to prep herself for a party, courtesy from one of her best friends, Beatrice. She wasn't the only one going against her own will, the blonde knew Melissa would rather be buried underneath the warmth of the blankets and read a good book in peace but unfortunately, the tall brunette was the only one with a driver's license and had access to a car so Melissa had managed to convince her to tag along.

Even Brenda herself had to admit it though: she looked exactly like those high maintenance supermodels fresh out of a magazine cover.

She was staring at herself in the mirror. The red lipstick, short black dress and little eye makeup, consisting of eyeliner and mascara only, had indeed made Brenda look like a blonde bombshell. Just as she smoothed down a nonexistent crease of the dark silk fabric, the blond heard a ring chime from her iPhone. She picked it up to read the text message from Beatrice.

'melissa and i r in the car, get down here now!'

'kk, b there in a sec,' she typed down. After jabbing the 'send' button, her phone and makeup were shoved in a black purse, she slipped her feet into a pair of silver strappy heels, jammed the house key in the keyhole to lock the door and trudged downstairs. Her parents were out of town for the weekend so unfortunately for Brenda, she had absolutely no way of this. A few short seconds later, Beatrice and Melissa came right into the blonde's eyesight, comfortably perched in the automobile. Brenda smiled and waved at them with her free hand and both girls merrily returned the gesture.

'Might as well enjoy my night and kill Melissa tomorrow,' she thought to herself as the blonde slipped inside the car and pushed the door shut.

"Remind me why I had to be here?" Brenda asked Melissa, mentally screaming at the redheaded beauty.

"Cuz one, you need to be less boring and two, I'd be lonely!"

"I'm still here you know," Beatrice said in mock offendence.

"Bea, if it was just the two of us then you'd just drop me off and pick me up and I'd look like some idiot," she pointed out. "Plus you have a car and just like Brenda, drop the goody-goody act!"

"Excuse us for having some sense of rationality!" Beatrice retorted playfully for both Brenda and herself, a hint of a smile gracing her lips.

The three girls joked around for a while until suddenly Melissa frowned slightly. "Beatrice."

"Mmm?"

"Red light up ahead." The brunette's foot pressed onto the breaks but the car wasn't showing any signs of even slowing down the slightest bit, let alone stopping.

"Beatrice, stop the car!" Brenda shrilled, her voice stealthily lacing itself with panic and fear.

"The breaks aren't working!"

"WHAT?" The blonde yelled along with the Melissa. "DO SOMETHING!"

"I'M TRYING!" She forced her heeled-foot what she thought were the breaks when in reality, it was the gas pedal. The car's speed increased and lurched forward, causing all three girls to let out a terrified scream. The black vehicule made contact with another one, halting with a screech, which thankfully stopped the car from moving. Thankfully, no one was hurt.

Yet.

But the strong impact of the crash seemed to freeze Melissa and Beatrice on the spot.

"What the hell?" Brenda exclaimed, being the only one who could still speak. What she didn't notice was that a passing truck was heading closer from the side of the passenger's seat until it was too late. It collided at the exact spot where Brenda was seated. The once-sleek surface of the dark convertible was severely ruined as the car promptly made a brutal flip, banging against the road and hurting everyone in more ways than one.

Everything instantly went black for all the girls.