It's a Hard Life [a queen fanfiction]

Chapter 8

It's a Hard Life

Cristina's P.O.V
-Day of the incident-

Dear diary,
Today I woke up a lot calmer than in the past days, I finally felt like everything was going to be okay. I just needed to give Freddie some time, so I woke up from bed and went downstairs to pour myself some milk and eat breakfast. Turning on the radio, Killer Queen played. The letter! I remembered... I had to write Freddie a letter.

I looked for a pen and paper and sat down on my dinner table.
While listening to Queen music, I started writing everything I had to say. I tried to be completely honest. Not only was I trying to explain what happened that day, but I wanted Freddie to know what I have been feeling recently in terms of emotions. I also wanted him to know how I felt about him.

When I finished writing the letter, I put it inside an envelope, and put a Freddie Mercury stamp (yes I know, it's ironic, it's kind of the point). I would probably drop it off at the mail later today.

The rest of the day was peaceful. I just sat on my couch, looking at the beautiful day, and thought about everything that had happened... maybe Freddie could forgive me after all...

-later that day-

Okay, time to get dressed up and leave this letter in the mail.
I closed my front door and got in my car. The mail was 10 minutes away, but with all the traffic today it will definitely be longer.

As I was driving with my windows down, I heard someone call my name while I was stuck on a streetlight.

"Cristina! Cristina here! Turn around!" I could hear the voice saying.

I turned around and realized it was coming directly from the car next to me. It was Paul. Oh Lord, what did he want now?

"Are you serious right now?" I said with a not very pleasant voice.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry!" He yelled. I don't know why he was yelling, Paul was literally right next to me.

"Paul, I think you are pissed (drunk). You shouldn't be driving, go home." I commanded .

"But I want to have fun and talk to you!!" He yelled back. Paul has been drinking, definitely.

"Paul seriously, go home. It's not safe for you to be driving in that state."

"But home is boring!!"

"Paul!!"

"What If we make a race? I bet I can get to the Eiffel Tower faster than you!"
Okay, Paul was very pissed. The Eiffel Tower?
Seriously?
We're in London.

Paul started going very fast, he could injure someone. I started going after him.
Paul started speeding up and I was scared the police officers were going to come, but they didn't.
Minutes later, Paul and I were driving on a street were the train passed through. I saw the red lights starting to flash and the road started to close, but Paul yelled,

"Look! A train!! I love trains!!"

He went through the train rails and made it to the other side safely.

I went right after him, but I wasn't fast enough.
Right when I was driving through it, I heard a big noise.
I felt something that crashed my car.

It was big, and hard... it was going fast, very fast. I couldn't hear well, but I heard people screaming. I couldn't see well, but I looked down at the letter I was going to give Freddie... it was covered in blood. I couldn't feel anything with my hands, but I realized that tears were coming out of my eyes...

I could kind of see red and blue lights coming from all around... I tried to stay awake, but I couldn't. The pain was too much for me.

I passed out completely.