AN: Okay so this is a new story conecpt!! It came to me, and I quickly typed up..I thought I would post it for Thanksgiving (although it is not thanksgiving related) so for the weird thoughts that Casey has (you will see) there is no deeper meaning to them! They are just something weird that came to me XP. SO! if this story is liked, I will continue on with it..if not then SCRATCH IT. haha.so yea..let me know what you think. HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!! Eat lots of food, and have fun.
Things happen for a reason. However what is the reason to why these things happen. Is it to teach us something, or use to gain something more? Or to leave us feeling miserable.
Casey's thoughts wondered around. She wasn't quite sure what, and why she thought of certain things.
"Casey!"
Casey turned to see her called her. It was Emily.
"Hey you space case! Where is your head today?"
Casey let out a small laugh.
"I don't know. Just random thoughts."
Emily folded her arms.
"Saving your energy for the concert tonight?"
"You know it baby!" She tried to show a little more enthusiasm.
"Be ready by six. The concert starts at nine, and with traffic it might just take us forever to get there."
Casey nodded. She turned back to her locker.
"Wear something sexy that's Velcro." Emily quickly slapped Casey's butt, and went running down the hall laughing.
Casey spun around quickly, mouth gaping open. She shook her while laughing. She couldn't help that Emily was crazy. Casey closed her locker door and went walking down the hall to her next class. Her thoughts followed along.
Certainty is the state of being without doubt. Is anyone truly without doubt? Uncertainty is one of many things common in all humans. No one is without doubt. No matter how sure you are about something, there is always that glimmer of doubt. That glimmer of uncertainty.
Casey finished brushing the last bit of her hair. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. She was quite please with her 'Rocker Chick' look. One glance at the clock showed that Emily would be her in five minutes. She grabbed her purse, clicked her light switch off, and closed the door behind her.
Casey's high-healed boots made a large tapping noise as she walked down the stairs.
"Going to a freak show?" Derek asked. He gave his usual smirk.
"You're just jealous I have tickets and you don't." She felt proud.
Derek rolled his eyes, and went back watching TV.
"Casey don't go." Marti yelled. She came running up, and attached herself to Casey's leg. "I don't want you to go, please stay here with me."
Casey smiled.
"Marti everything is going to be fine, okay?"
Marti closed her eyes tight, and shook her head viscously no.
There was a single tap on the door, and then it opened. The person on the other end was none other then Emily.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah." She pointed to the attachment on her leg.
"Marti let go of Casey." George pulled her off. Marti let out a whine
Nora walked in, and narrowed in on her daughter.
"You girls will be home by-"Emily cut her off "Midnight!"
Nora smiled.
"You can stay out later, just be safe."
Emily and Casey smiled at each other
"Have fun."
"We will!" The girls yelled in unison.
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Casey drove to the concert. The whole trip there was spent listening/ singing along to a CD of the band they were going to go see; it was helping to pump them up. Once there they enjoyed three hours of loud music, head bobbing, people staggering everywhere, and sweat, lots of sweat.
"Best concert of all time!" Emily yelled as they walked out into the parking lot.
"Hells yeah!" Casey yelled with her. The girl broke into a laughing fit.
As they approached the car, Casey had an uneasy feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She rubbed her face.
"Everything okay?" Emily looked, concern.
"Yeah, I'm just tired." She lied. "You drive home?"
Emily nodded yes, and Casey handed over the keys.
The got into the car and Emily started it up. In no time, they were on the road headed for home.
The CD was still was playing from earlier. It was stuck on track fifteen, and the song kept skipping around. It kept playing the same lyrics over, and over. "Fire and turmoil."
"Okay, so that is like my favorite song by them, but I don't want to hear the same words over, and over." Emily said.
Casey leaned forward and turned the music down. She laid back into her seat, and let out a sigh. She looked over at the clock; it read 11:36 P.M. Emily glanced over at her.
"Everything okay?"
"Yea! I just…Feel nervous?"
"Nervous about what?" She chuckled. It started to drizzle, Emily turned on the wipers.
"Nothing, just forget about it." There was a slight pause. "We are making good time."
Emily nodded.
The rain started to pour down heavier, and roads became foggier.
"How are things with you and Sheldon?" This was Casey's attempt at small talk.
"Good actually! I think, we are becoming very serious."
"Serious how?" She was interested.
Emily blushed a little.
"You know."
Casey let a out a chuckle.
Emily reached out and turned up the music. The song was still skipping, so she turned it back down.
The fog was becoming thicker. The driver of a delivery truck was becoming frustrated with the fact he couldn't see. It didn't help that, before he left out, he had gotten into a massive argument with his wife.
"How could she think I'm cheating on her?" He spoke aloud to no one. "You spend twenty years with a woman, and then one day she wakes up crazy." He scratched at his head where his hairline was receding. "To accuse me of cheating on her with that ugly broad! The woman is flipping out of her mind."
He was distracted by his own thoughts, that he didn't notice himself swerving over into the other lane.
Emily squinted. She couldn't believe how difficult it was to see. Headlight showed through the thickness.
Casey's mouth moved to say something; however, only air escaped her lips.
Right as it registered, they were already hit.
The car was hit straight on, and spun out of control. They hit the side railing. Most of the impact happened on Emily's side.
Casey's mind went blank as she fell forward onto the dash. The pain shot through her body, and then it was gone. Everything was slowly fading away, and the rain was washing the scene.