Prologue

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Prologue: 

The quiet night stretched ahead of us.  It was calm, tranquil even.

We drove along the empty road at three in the morning; the only signs of life were the trees along the sides of the roads. And even they had a ghostly appearance making their liveliness dull.

I hate driving at night. I hate driving when the unknown is so close, when you can only see so far ahead that there is not enough time to react to something.

“I bet you’re happy with all those medals to stick on your wall, hey Anna” My dad says to me.

“Yeah” I reply, being too tired to think of a full sentence. We are driving home from a dance competition. I competed in three categories, and won all of them.

“I can’t wait to tell Nan” My mum chimes into the conversation.

“Baby is going straight to the top!” Laughs my dad, I laugh at his comment and shake my head. Going straight to the top is my dream, but the chances of making that happen are so slim, even if my family are so willing to help me.

The radio that has been softly playing in the background is suddenly turned up full blast.

“I love this song! Anna, your father and I were listening to this song when he told me he loved me!”

“It gave me the confidence I needed”

“We were sitting on the beach, with our portable radio eating fish and chips” My mother tells me the story, although I’ve heard it a thousand times. If there is any relationship I envy, it’s my mum and dads. They were high school sweethearts that never looked the other way.

‘Love walks in’ by Van halen plays through the speakers and mum starts singing and bopping her head along to it. Dad is tapping his hands on the steering wheel to the beat, I fall in behind them, tapping my feet on the ground and when the chorus comes around we all sing along to it at the top of our lungs.

“So when you sense a change 

Nothing feels the same 

All your dreams are strange, love comes walkin' in 

Some kind of alien 

Wait for the opening 

Then simply pulls a string 

Another world, some other time 

You lay your sanity on the line 

Familiar faces familiar sights 

Reach back remember with all your might 

Ohh there she stands in a silken gown 

Silver lights shining down”

The car hit us at that point.

It had no headlights on. It came, invisible, from the unknown.

And it killed my parents. 

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