It was dark, about 9:30, on a Wednesday night. My mom and I were driving home from a late movie and the radio was cranking high and loud. We were both singing, me with my need-to-be-known voice and my mom with her I'm-a-mom voice. But we were perfect together.
A new song started up and I loved it. It was a popular hit and soon I was lost deep with the tune. My eyes slipped closed as a high note sprang up. I sang along perfectly, like the song was made for me alone. We were rounding a corner on a dark, country road and everything seemed perfect... at least for that second.
One minute everything seemed to stand still. My eyes were shut just lightly, the best song was playing, my mom and I had had a great night together and everything was peaceful. But that was one minute ago. Now, this was the present.
It's so weird how one little thing could completely change everything in only a single minutes time. And as we rounded that bend, that horrifying corner where anything could we awaiting us, the last seconds of my life were never seen. I had closed my eyes as the high pitch came up and that was the last tone, the death song, of my life.
