The Things I Thought Before I Died: Part Three

Taylor's Point Of View

I miss you Cam. I don't know where I am and what's happening, but all I remember is the skidding of wheels and the sputtering of engines and the sick, twisted sound of metal crunching. I was with my older sister the day I was hurt. She was driving me home from school and even though it was only 5PM, someone was already drunk.

As the red car bulleted into my sister's silver one, I thought of you. I thought of the way your hair rested lightly on the top of your forehead. I thought of how you pressed your lips on mine whenever you go the chance. I thought of how you put your arm around me, protecting me from everything. As the red car plunges into my side of the car, I think of you, and wish that you could protect me.

All I can hear is you in my mind. You telling me it's alright. Well it's not. As the red car crashed into my door, I felt the metal push against me, like a sandwich that's mushed together. Except I'd rather be squished into two pieces of bread, not two pieces of metal. My sister screamed, but I was silent, my ears pounding in my head. The whole thing happened in slow motion and before I knew it, our silver car was tumbling around on the road.

Glass smashed all around me, a deafening sound erupting in the car. And even though I'm scared and I'm clinging to the seat and all I want is to be on my feet, I think of you. I think of how you always liked cars. I think of those pictures of you that hang up in your house, the pictures of you at the car show. You're standing by all sorts of pretty cars, all shiny and bright. But somehow, it's not the cars that anyone sees, Cam. It's you.

Blood is everywhere. On my head, sticky and red. Bruises bloom like flowers on my faces as I hit my face against some part of our silver car. I want to stop spinning. I want to stop crashing and I want my sister to stop shrieking and I want you. I want you to tell me every thing's okay. But you don't, because you can't. And suddenly, we stop, our car upside down. But we stop.

We skid along for a few moments and my sister isn't shrieking anymore. I fade in and out of consciousness and suddenly, I'm asleep forever. And I'm lost in this white room and all I think of is you, Cam.

I'm not alive, really. My body is, but I am not. I'm either dead, or half way to it. And suddenly, the beeping noise I hear distantly isn't beeping consistently. It makes one long beep and then, I'm not in the little white room Cam. I miss you already.