It was a typical family car ride. As usual loud wails were escaping Fey's mouth. Who knows why. Maybe she couldn't find the little torn up bear she would always drag around. Maybe she was merely tired. But that's all I remember about Fey. Her crying. It's not a good memory, I wish I could say I remembered more but I can't. Joasie was older. She couldn't be bothered by the little things. That whole ride she sat with her headphones on I never said one word to her. That's what I regret the most. With Melissa it was different. We had that kind if relationship where we could stay up all night talking. That's what we were doing when my mom told me it was time to get out of the car. My boyfriend Dylan was there waiting outside his car for me. All I had to do was step out of one door and into the other. I didn't even look back or say good bye to my family. Most people don't think before they leave their house "what if I never see them again" most people don't have to have those thoughts. But what if it was.
I have no idea how time works. Sometimes it fly or sometimes it freezes. And memories. What you remember isn't always reality. A flash of light. The sound of scraping metal. No pain. No thoughts. No memories. Nothing.
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A day earlier
Every month my family goes up to visit my brother on campus and we all stuff into our tiny car for four hours. You know I think it would be more enjoyable if he actually wanted us to visit, but he doesn't. However, this time I got lucky. My boyfriend Dylan is going to meet us along the high way right before exist 103 to bail me out of what seems like a never ending sentence of family bonding punishment.
After what felt like eternity, the dreaded car ride neared its end as we turned and pulled to the side of the road. I spotted Dylan's precious 1969 Chevrolet Camaro pulled aside a bit behind us. Without saying goodbye to my family I sprint out the door to go jump into Dylan's arms. He is leaning on the side of his car and all I can picture is running into his arms, being the happiest girl in the world, and all of a sudden that all changed, not because my feelings for him shifted, but because I was being blasted through the air. I know I'm gonna die, but I still want to fight for my life and I will not give up until my last breath of air is beside Dylan. That was until I realized where the blast was coming from, it was behind me, a gasoline tanker had hit my parents car and it was all my fault. Their life was in danger because my selfish impulsive actions and I couldn't even bother to say thank you for dropping off with my boyfriend for the weekend or goodbye, I was stupid, my last words to them could have been a little nicer than "get your ass of my buckle" or "don't touch my phone!" But now I have bigger issues. "WATCH OUT!" I hear Dylan scream. And that's when it all turned black.
