This story is inspired by the music video
'Untitled' by Simple Plan. I've read something similar to this
for Hannah Montana, which also inspired me. It is called 'How could
this happen to me?' by Tokka Fanatic. I recommend it.
She was driving home. Her favorite song was on the radio. She happily sang as she turned the corner.
All of a sudden headlights flooded her line of vision. Coming straight at her. Blinding her. She tried to swerve.
I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
The lights engulfed her. The pain.
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight
Then a light. Brighter than the other lights.
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain…
The pain was gone.
Untitled-Untitled-
Esteban surveyed the scene in front of him. He had had a long day. He wanted to get home.
The road was blocked in front of him. It looked like a collision. Cop cars surrounded two very beat up cars. People had pulled over and were now looking on at the scene.
Esteban craned his neck to try and find a way to get around all the cars.
Then he saw it.
A red Buick.
He looked down at the license plate.
Then his head started to swirl.
He fumbled with his seat belt, and stumbled out of his car.
Blindly, he pushed past people, trying to get towards the car. People were talking to him. He couldn't tell what they were saying. He didn't care what they were saying.
He finally pushed his way to the car. His swirling mind suddenly went blank. Esteban's knees gave out. He sank down to the ground next to a stretcher holding a beautiful, blonde woman.
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
He gasped for air as he looked down at Maddie. He tried to say something… to scream… anything to wake her up.
But nothing came out.
He couldn't breathe.
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
"Buddy, you got to move."
"I-"
"Sir, please."
"She-she's my wife." He managed to croak.
Men were starting to cover her.
"No." he said blankly, pushing their hands back.
"Sir, can you tell me your name?"
"She's my wife."
"Sir your wife…she's dead."
"No." he croaked.
"Sir,'
"Th-the baby-"
"Sir, was she… Sir, stay with me sir, was she pregnant?"
"I can't-"
"Sir!"
"She's not- I can't- It's not-"
They were starting to lift up the stretcher.
"She's not… she's not…"
I'm sick of this life
I just want to scream
How could this happen to me?
A different man also sat there on the pavement. His head hurt. There were blurs of people here and there. Sounds and noises filled his head. There were flashing blue and red lights everywhere.
Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
Two pairs of rough arms pulled him up. One of the arms shoved a box thing in to his mouth. Some one shouted at him to breathe.
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
He couldn't stay upright, as he exhaled into the box.
The arms were pulling his own behind his back and clasping something cold around them. As they pushed him toward the flashing blue and red lights, he caught a glimpse of some one he knew. She was lying on something, and people were carrying her.
Suddenly a rush of reality hit him.
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold
Onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't
London Tipton slammed the door to her car. She couldn't believe it. Mr. Moseby had sounded distraught. But it couldn't be true. It just couldn't.
She ran up to the crowd of people. They were all looking at the same thing. She turned to look in that direction, and saw a covered body being lifted into an ambulance. As they lifted it one of the rescue team bumped his elbow, and the stretcher jerked.
London gasped, and tears quickly sprung to her eyes, as a lock of blonde hair fell out from beneath the blanket.
How could this happen to me
I made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on as I'm fading away
Mr. Moseby pushed his way over to her. His face was streaked with tears. London turned and buried her face into his shoulder, sobbing.
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna sscream
How could this happen to me?
Esteban saw them close the ambulance doors. Suddenly, grief and agony swept over him so hard, he started to hyperventilate. Sobs started to catch in his throat. Tears spilled from his eyes. He couldn't think. He was drowning. He knew he was screaming, but he couldn't hear anything. I didn't relive him at all. She was gone… the baby was gone…
I made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
The car stopped, and the arms pulled the man out of his seat. They led him into a building.
What happened? He felt sick to his stomach and he didn't know why. Waves of guilt washed over him. Where did they come from? A vision of a blonde lady laying on the ground flooded his mind… a lady he knew…
"Sit down here."
His head ached more, and he felt like he was going to throw up. Maddie. What happened? Maddie. He was going to be sick. Maddie. The room twirled around him faster and faster. Maddie.
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
"Sir what's your name?"
All of a sudden memories flashed before him. The party. The beer. A woman's terrified face. Pain. The stretcher. Maddie.
What had he done?
"Sir?"
"Martin. Zack Martin."
How could this happen to me?
Lyrics from 'Untitled'. This was going to be one-shot. But, I'm gonna add one more chapter to it. Same kind of format. Please read and review!
