My eyes cracked open, just enough so that all of my other senses awoke, also. The buzz of busy traffic echoed around me. The faintest smell of rain and dreary weather dragged in the air and carried through the small sliver in the window. I was in a car. A sweet smelling car, as a matter of fact, that smelled the ginger and chocolate and all things warm and nice. My palm pressed against the cold pane and traced the trails of raindrops left behind on the glass. My gaze turned towards the seat below me, a smooth black leather that hardened the look of the inside of the car.
And next, my eyes turned towards her.
Wavy brown hair with a tint of grey and eyes blue like the sky above. Yet deep inside her eyes lurked something so much more, something so deep and wild and frightening. Something that would drive her to go.
Soft music was playing in the car, lightly feathered up against my ears and pushing away again. The car was heated up, so warm versus the contrast of the chill outside. She was bundled up in a scarf and a tall coat and jeans and all, warm fuzzy boots pulled over her feet. But the most noticeable thing of all was what lurked in her eyes and the upturn of her lips. Pale, pink, full lips meant for talking and singing and laughing, all gone too soon.
That's when we came upon the bridge. That's when I realized what was happening.
First came the screech of car tires ripping across the road, out of control and with undeniable speed. Payten's soft turn of the lips turned into a definite frown, her face struck with fear in a matter of seconds. Crashing, screaming, and burning. Our car was launching with haunting speed across the bridge. Then we were hanging. Payten screamed and hollered and dialed emergency numbers. But here I was, sitting here, nothing I could do as she was suffering with tears streaming down her face as she tried to escape her death. The breeze picked up some, causing the car to rock and creak upon the crush cement ridge below us. As far as I could see there was a vast river, full of gleaming, freezing water. The waves rippled across the surface, causing Payten to murmur more. Yet, there was nothing she could do about it, nothing to save herself. She gently turned back to look at the wreck behind her, the abundance of people hollering and crying. Fire, tears, and blood. And there was nothing she could do about it but wait for someone, anyone to save her. A crowd started to gather around her car; firefighters and the cops and the ambulance. She trembled with fear and took it all in. Calmly, she turned towards the water below her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and murmured something to herself. To us. She rocked herself forward, the car rushing towards the water as soon as it detected the movement. Wind rushed past, glass flew upwards, and speed was gained. I could feel myself wail, scream, and shake. Before we were swallowed in the churns of icy cold waves, I looked at her.
Her features were cold, buried in surrender.
And that is when we hit the water with a crash, water rushing in the windows, the deep abyss of dark and deep waves enveloping us with a bang.
My eyes flashed open. I shot up from out of my bed, hot, thick tears making my cheeks sticky and red. Sweat was splattered across my neck and my chest, goose bumps raised all over. I broke into a storm of tears and fright, hugging myself and rubbing my head. The emotions washed over me all at once, making me want to scream and cry and run away from it all, all at the same time. It was too much, the hurricane of pain overwhelming. Softly my head plopped back onto the soft, fluffy pillow. My body shook even after I wrapped myself tight in blankets. I didn't dare close my eyes but instead focused on the soft snow flurries outside my window. The moon cast a beautiful glow on the windowsill and the snow piled up on the ground below. My heartbeat slowed, my shivering came to a dull throb.
I breathed deeply. In. Out. It was just a nightmare, just a dream, I told myself. I gently tug at my skin to feel the realness to me, the realness to it all. Just a dream. And once again, I feel back into a groggy, shaky, deep sleep.
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