Music For Cars

XXIII

As the paramedic stitched up my head I stared off towards the crash scene. There was police tape everywhere among flashing red and blue lights. Chris and the others dashed over. Chris never even stopped to see how I was doing like the others were. I actually felt crowded as they all watched the paramedic sew metal into my skull while my arm was cradled in a sling.

Chris was kneeling at her body that I could barely see, looking down at her pathetically. I was surprised they let him get up close. He slowly stood up and I already feared what he'd do to me. Turning his head, he gave me a horrifying look, something he'd never done to me before. Chris would never forgive me...the band would be over...

I was driven to the hospital after I was interviewed by police. I would have to go through court and stuff...but not until after she was buried and I had a few days to rest up.

I quickly fell asleep in the Emergency Room. I was alone, the others never bothered to show up. I didn't blame them. That crash sobered me up real quick, I even felt nauseous. I woke up to my broken head thinking that we made it through whatever happened. It doesn't help that I have a little bit of brain damage...brain damage...brain damage. The only thing I can truly remember is how I dreamed about her bleeding. I had to quickly realize that I was never going to find her again.