The morning was sunny, and bright, and I was sitting by my mocha colored, brown haired best friend. And we were singing, and it was our turn to go.
Our turn to go.
And then honking. Screaming. Crying.
And silence, except the ringing in my ears. And I saw her, and I saw me, I was outside of me. I was on the floor, blood pouring from my skull, tears dripping from my face.
And I look at her, my best friend. And she's able to move, so she calls somebody. And she walks to me, and falls down crying. And I have to lay there, unconscious.
I mean, the car did strike my side. And I didn't see the drunk driver, who is now launched from over the shoulder, down the cliff.
I didn't see him, until I left my body, and saw his terrified face as he flew down the ten feet left in the street, and launched out of his seat, down the cliff side. And gone.
People gather around the sight, catching what they can before the police block off the area, taking in my best friend first, asking numerous questions that she probably can't answer.
And they lift me into the stretcher, there hands shaking, I'm not overweight am I? Or are they just worried, getting anxiety, or scared.
And I watch the lights take my best friend, and as the ambulance I'm carried in goes farther and farther away from me, I turn around, to see Four there. And then Zeke. And everyone else.
Except Christina and I. And it's my fault. It seems to always be that way, doesn't it?
I did say the morning was too peaceful, right?
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Fanfiction"He walked into my heart like he always belonged there Took down my walls and lit my soul on fire." The name of your soulmate is etched with ink on your wrist. A story of a girl who doesn't want to be broken, and a boy who can mend. some credits...
