Mountain Drive

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This is the first story I post here. I've never shared a story before, so let me know what you think. (if anyone even reads this lol)

I stare into the distance. This is the fourth day of driving through the mountains, in the same car, seeing the same landscapes, hearing the same songs, sitting on the same place, alone in the backseat.
The driver drives a little too fast at some points. It gives me short rushes of adrenaline and fear. It distracts me from keeping my mind to the same subject. It starts to annoy me.

We rush uphill again, the road that's about to come is not even visible. We reach the top and the driver steers into a sharp left turn. There is no barrier between the car and the edge of the cliff, but he does not consider to slow down. This goes on for another three hours at least.

I hear a song on the radio: Prince - Kiss. I listen to it for a while. It starts to irritate me, it irritates my mind. The driver slows down a little as we go down hill. The road goes back up and so does the speed. I sigh and close my eyes for a few seconds.

I hear the two people in front of me argue and I suddenly feel my seatbelt pulling me back into my seat. I open my eyes and look out of the window. I see the ground below us, it's far below us.

After this short heart attack my fear turns into anger. I don't say anything but the rage is visible like fire behind my eyes. I clench my jaw as I try to remain calm. 'Slow the hell down, you moron' is all that crosses my mind.

The driver doesn't change his behavior much, he just gets a little more aggressive because of his own anger.

I give up on keeping track of how fast we actually drive, I don't want to see the frightening numbers anymore.

I fold my jacket and place it between my head and the window. I put in my ear buds and isolate myself from the world and it's worries.

I instantly feel more relaxed as I hear Andy Biersack's voice singing in my ears. CC's drumming gets me slightly hyped up and I smile. Jake's guitar and Ashley's bass calm my mind as I focus on their beautiful playing. I hear Jinxx's violin and take a moment to appreciate this band. I start imagining them playing live for me, just for me. Live, in a place where only sounds of music and laughter is to be heard. Live, in a place where only a good time matters. Live, where we don't have to worry about a single thing and we just live in the moment. Gosh, this band makes me feel alive.

My thoughts get interrupted by a loud bang and cracking noise. I open my eyes and take an ear bud out.

I'm not fully aware of what's happening until I see that the mirror on the left side of the car broke off. I'm still sitting on the right. The car is still driving with quite some speed. The driver is stressed. So is the other person in front of me. The driver tries to steer the car back to the road but fails. The driver hits the breaks but that only makes it worse. He tries to steer away from the rocks on the road which was another terrible mistake. He steers too much to the left and hits the mountain wall.
He steers back to the right and rushes over a stone on the road. The car is officially out of control and hits the mountain wall again. I stress as I try to hold on tight.

I see the end of the road. We can never make the sharp turn we're supposed to make and I start to realize that this probably won't end well.

The people in the front keep yelling at each other. I don't know what to do. I put my ear bud back into my ear and turn up the music one last time. Heart Of Fire starts playing. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I feel the tires rattle over a surface that is definitely not the road. After that I don't hear the tires anymore nor can I feel them drive. Yet I know that we are not standing still.

I open my eyes and what I see is indescribable but not very unexpected. The road is gone. The nearest ground is at least a hundred meters lower. The car is off the ground.

It's hard to realize, but what I do realize is that this must be the end. There is nothing we can do. I stare in shock. Not a tear is shed. Not a word is said.

It's only a matter of seconds until we hit the ground. I hear and feel the crash. I feel this terrible pain and hear bones crack. I can still hear Black Veil Brides playing and it low-key makes me smile.

I'm in terrible pain and have at least ten broken bones, shattered glass cuts into my skin everywhere and my hands and arms are covered in blood.
I know I'm gonna die, I can feel that I'm gonna die. But the last thing I get to hear is the band that saved my life so many times. It's a strange comforting feeling.

I look at my notebook, it fell on the ground next to me. I reach for it and open it. I open it on the right page. It says "I love you and you're the most beautiful person on this planet. XX Jane". Jane is one of my best friends. She once wrote the line during a truth or dare game. I smile at it and a tear rolls down my cheek. I run my fingers over the page, accidentally leaving a bloody track.

I didn't pay attention to the people in front of me. But they are my parents. My father's lifeless body rests in his seat, his wrists are broken and his head obviously slammed onto the steering wheel.
My mother's head has slammed through the window and I think that she broke her neck. She's either knocked out or dead. I move a little closer to her and check. The bones of her neck are visible through her skin. There are huge cuts all over her face. She is dead.

I get my phone. Surprisingly it survived. I don't have any signal here in the mountains, though. I type my code in slowly. My phone opens and I look at my background. It's an edit of Palaye Royale, Black Veil Brides, Lessdmv and my best friends. I made it during this trip. I smile at it and another bloody tear rolls down my cheek.

Lost It All starts playing over my ear buds. I feel my sight getting more and more blurry every second. I feel my eyes start to roll back into my head. I feel everything weaken. I let out one last breath before the light goes out.

Alright that's it for now. I don't know if I should write a second part or not.

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