This story was inspired by the song Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol. I hope it's good . Harsh reviews appreciated. 

~peanut~ 

“Just lie down, Sissy,” I beg. She doesn’t know why I have brought her here. We had to get away. 

“I don’t know what you are doing, Carry, but it’s getting old.” Natalie tells me, annoyed. She looks back to the car like she’s threatening to leave me here. I roll my eyes and walk away from her. 

I can feel her green eyes on my back, she wants to follow me; I know it.  

“Car, be careful!” she warns, still where I left her. We are on a ledge, up in the hills where the earth crumbles off the cliffs. At the bottom of the drop cars speed along the freeway. You wouldn’t want to fall; you’d die on impact. 

“That’s why they made guardrails, Sissy. So people like me won’t tumble off the edge.” I laugh at her. She doesn’t think I’m funny. But she doesn’t think anything’s funny. It’s like her humor died with Mom and Scott. Tears are starting to sting my eyes I really shouldn’t think about stuff like that. 

Doctor Marko says that’s what’s wrong: I bring them into everyday thoughts so easily. I don’t want to forget. I don’t want Natalie to forget either but she’s coping in her own ways. She hasn’t cried once. And I don’t think she is going to. 

I watch the cars below me and count them until the thoughts are chased away by their bright lights and race track speeds.  

“Where’d you go?” Natalie asks from behind me. She says when I remember, I go somewhere. Somewhere only I know about, but I don’t’ know where it is either. I shrug my shoulders and sit down in the grass on the safe side of the drop. My feet slide between the rails and dangle over the side when I lie back on the green. 

It is dewy with night water and dreams that float through the darkness. I don’t mind it. The water seeps through my jacket and clings to my palms. 

“Sissy?” I ask; she is moving. I can hear her sneakers sliding on the blades. 

“Yes?” She says sitting down beside me. She leans back, her head parallel with mine. Her orange converse slip off the side and hand down above the road.  

“Do you think, after what happened, we can forget?” I look up at the stars above us. 

“We can’t forget the world. I mean they were apart of our world right?” Natalie is looking at the sky too. Out of the corner of my eye I can see her staring up. 

“No we can’t, you’re right.” My sister is silent. She is probably counting the stars like I had o count the cars. It is the only way to get out of where ever we go. Where ever it is that our memories take us, she is there now. 

I look away from the sky at Natalie who hasn’t cried not even when we were thrown from the car by our mother who didn’t’ save herself.  

“Then why are you trying to forget them?” I whisper in her ear, my head propped on my palm.  

“I’m not trying to forget them. I’m trying not to remember what happened.” A tear falls off her side of her face until it is eaten by the teeth of the grass below her. The tear that wasn’t supposed to be sucked up by the Earth.