Wings

💐Prologue💐

I don't remember it happening. The dark. The crash. My screams and screeching of the car wheels.

December the thirty first, it was a snowy night and me and Jonah where riding home, as normal after a party.

The car radio was so loud I didn't think about Jonah driving ninety (or possibly pushing one hundred...) miles a hour down the lane. The world blurred by like one big snowy film reel, distracting and catching my thoughts in a huge net and then burying them and then stuffing my head with new ones forcing me to forget everything around me.

He was drunk, completely wasted, so drunk in fact that he knew he was in such a state and yet he insisted upon driving. I was to tiard to care, so sick and tiered of telling him to stop drinking and going out with his mates. At least I was sober. At least I could see sense.

And then. It happend, so fast. I can almost remember what I was saying too:

"Can you slow down and a t least concentrate!"

"Shut up."

"Your going to kill us!"

"No I'm not, who's driving you or me! Anyway you failed your test so I guess it's me so shut up  and let me drive!"

"Jonah? Do you still love me?"

I'd asked him this so many times and I always got the same answer of: "Of course I do." Then he'd wrap his arms around my waist and kiss me. It would seem perfect like we would never fight again.

But tonight:" why would I love someone that doesn't allow me to have any fun. You don't respect my wishes, you cling to me like frick'n glue and for one thing..."

He didn't get to finish because the tires screeched and all I could scream until it felt like my lungs had sizzled to sawdust was:

"JONAH.........!"

We spun into a forest on the side of the road and the world seemed to explode in front of us.