WARNING: You may hate me after this.
I walk over to the taxi and get in. “Were to pretty lady?” The cabby asked. “That fancy Italian restaurant on main street. It’s my boyfriends and my 3 month anniversary.” I informed him. I took my phone from my clutch and sent out a tweet. ‘On my way to dinner, It’s @GhostofSparkles and mine’s 3 month anniversary!’ The cabby and I made some small talk for a while. “Whats that tatoo on yer neck say?” He asked. “All the lights in the sky are stars.’ It’s a quite from one of my favorite songs.” I informed him. “The songs called ‘Heavan peircing giga drill’ by Area 11. In a way, I got it for my boyfriend. I wanted it anyway, but he has a ‘special connection’ with them.” I rambled. “Well that’s mighty sweet.” He said, and I smiled. We were very close to the resturant, and we got a red light. We continued chatting, the light went green, and we went. I can only remember pieces of what happened next. Police lights and sirence as a speeding car goes infront of us. A searing pain going through my left side, everything being upside down, then a pain in my right side. Sirens in the distance, screaming, crying, the sound of the car door being ripped of the hinges. Me being lifted up and put on a stretcher, echoed voices, a hand grabbing mine as a very familiar voice argued with what I assumed to be the paramedics. Me being lifted into what I asumed to be an ambulance as an echoed voice said ‘I’m sorry sir, only family’ and the echoed voice of my boyfriend shouting ‘Rebecca! I’ll get to the hospital as soon as I can!”
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Dont hurt meh! *covers under desk*
