You know that if you don't hurry you'll miss the wedding. Will it matter if you're there? Does she know that this isn't only destroying you but it will also destroy her future? You get her text asking where you are. Where are you? Well you're on a backroad going far too fast and you get this strange feeling that you aren't going to make it. This feeling makes you press harder on the gas, but doesn't alleviate the nagging in your head. Perhaps something is telling you that you need to slow down. You don't care though, you ignore it and continue at the reckless speed that you've been doing. You reach for your phone and it almost burns to the touch, but you ignore whatever is trying to get you to focus on the road rather than the technology that was buzzing in your passengers' seat. You press down on each key and it eventually spells out "ON MY WAY". Your finger is hovering over send and you take this chance to glance up at the road, just catching the sight of the red stop sign blaring at you, and in your peripheral you see the truck that is blaring its horn at you. You press the button in the split second before two vehicles meld into one and your world turns upside down literally.
When you open your eyes you feel extreme pain in your left side. You then feel something pouring down your face. It's red and there's a familiar taste in your mouth, it tastes like when you lost all of your baby teeth. You immediately recognize this as a bad thing but you're not sure why. There's a man yelling at someone outside of your car. Your car which you know has flipped over. Another voice is screaming, a woman, she's screaming at him about what she should do, his response is to check on the other car. That must be you. You hear the woman approaching and asking if anyone is in there. Where is there? Oh, there is where you are. You try to speak but you're realizing that it's starting to get harder to breathe and you're not sure when that happened. You look down which is now where your roof currently is and you see your phone. You see it blinking with what looks like a missed call from Berry, and Santana has a 3 by her name. You wonder if Santana is worried, she never calls this much. It doesn't matter now though because a woman reaches in and you see her face. She has brown hair and it reminds you of a duller version of Rachel's. The older woman has tears on her face and she isn't making sense, since your world is spinning now. She just squeezes your hand harder than anyone ever has. You worry that this might be the end. You're not afraid, you never have been. You are however, afraid for your friends and mom. Frannie too. You never got to tell them home much they mean to you. This may be the end and when other people in what look like firemen's attire come up to your car, tearing away the woman's hand and severing your only lifeline to this world, you instantly panic. But then they're cutting you out of your car and you're not sure who is touching what and when you got strapped onto a backboard. You do remember when you stop breathing on your own though. And you remember the last beat of your heart. You remember it because you're staring up at the lights in the ambulance and you wonder why you ever wore sunglasses because this light is warm and comforting and you want to be closer to it. And when your heart stops beating on its own, you finally are.