Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Kingdom Hearts II, even though one is only just introduced in this chapter. Rina is my character, though. She comes from my own mind, and has characteristics of myself. I also don't own the lyrics to "In Regards To Myself". Those belong to UnderOath.
So, without further ado, here's my first actual fanfic! The poems really don't count for me; I only did that because I was bored…oh, please don't hurt me, either.
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Let's face it, I hate driving at night. Especially when you're not the one driving, but your reckless twenty-year-old look-how-fast-I-can-drive-in-my-sweet-car-and-see-how-manly-I-look-driving-it cousin is. It can keep you on the edge of your seat. I knew something bad was going to happen that night, but I didn't know what.
I'm Katrina, Rina for short. I'm sixteen years old and an orphan since I was ten. I should have my permit by now, I know, but after a little incident concerning the car in Drivers' Education, say, crashing it into the wall every time I took the test, made me suspended on getting my license until I was eighteen. Woop-dee-doo. I felt like a delinquent or something of that unsavory nature. I wasn't selling or doing drugs or crap like that, so why the heck suspend me?! I would be more patient the next time I had a chance to take the test, and I would be ready.
So that's how I got to sulking in my cousin's front passenger seat. He was taking me back to my house from a week-long camp up in San Francisco. Even though he asked me questions about it, I still sulked. I got bored after a while with that, so I decided to crank up some UnderOath in my portable CD player to soothe my simmering, jealous mind with screaming voices, bass, and guitars, along with wicked drum solos and awesome lyrics. I turned the volume up as high as my eardrums could muster.
Wake up! Wake up, my God, So tear another page from the book Pull yourself together, pull yourself together, man On your back, you're sleeping in a bed of shame Just what are you so afraid of You're busy living now, aren't you It's all worth reaching for, Wake up, wake up, wake up
This is not a test and it's not too late to come clean
Get it off your chest
So steady for hand before your face and concentrate
There's got to be some stable ground left to walk on
Are you asleep or just alone
Clear this room from your lungs
And pull yourself together man
Pull yourself together, pull yourself together.
Let the light breathe some new life into this room
It's what keeps you coming back
Made up of insatiable taste
Bury your head into your hands and sink into yourself
What are you so afraid of
You're staring truth in the face so come on down
What are you so afraid of
You're busy making vows
You're coming unglued
Time is shorter than you know
The light is blinding to the naked eye, so why don't you take
Steps away from being alone, I swear, it's not to late for you
It's all worth reaching for the hand to pull you out
It's all worth reaching for the hand to pull you out.
And step outside your box
Wake up!
My mind was finally starting to cool down when I changed my position from looking out the passenger window to the front windshield. I took the earphones out of my ears, leaving me deaf momentarily, and put my CD player and CD's back in their case, only to look up and see a car coming right toward my cousin and me. My cousin tried to swerve out of the way, swearing under his breath as he did so; having just woken up from falling asleep momentarily at the wheel, but there was nothing he could do. I braced myself for the impact, and it came with a roar.
Both cars hit each other head on with an explosion of glass, metal, and other unidentifiable shrapnel, and at the same time burst into flames rising twenty feet into the blue-black sky above. I prayed a fervent, silent prayer as I heard both cars crunch together with a G-force of probably three or four.
As the airbags deflated, I felt bits and pieces of discarded windshield embedded in my arms, neck, and face, and I could feel the warm trickles of blood streaming down my cheeks. I turned to look at my cousin, and then turned away quickly, accidentally getting spatters of blood on the leather interior. He was dead. My idiot cousin who I didn't even care for was dead right next to me. I dared another peek.
My cousin was indeed dead, the flickering of the fire reflecting in his cold, lifeless brown eyes. His neck was twisted in a grotesque position; it had broken from the airbag hitting it. Blood gushed from the jugular, the vocal cords exposed, throat torn open. And what's more, he wasn't wearing his seatbelt, either. I looked away again, heartbroken.
The heat from the flames finally came to my frozen senses and felt hotter and hotter by the second. I ripped my seatbelt off, and kicked open the caved-in passenger door with a violent scream, the metal slicing deep into my leg as I did so and staying in there, but still exposing the bone. My belongings I left behind had no real use to me, and as I jumped from the car, I turned to see my cousin engulfed in flames. I started to run from the wreckage, the adrenaline from kicking the door open still pulsing through my veins. I then felt a painful numbness in my right leg where the metal had cut it, then felt the other aches and pains in my body and fell to the ground flat on my back, my injured leg twisting beneath me, going even more number.
Overwhelmed with pain, a slight sigh of relief escaped my dry, cracked lips as I heard the sirens of an ambulance coming nearer. My vision blurred slowly, and I passed out looking up at a tall, dark, slim figure of a man with beautiful, glowing aqua-green eyes looking down at me, silhouetted by the growing flames rising into the night sky.
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Ok, so how do you like it so far? I love stuff like this! Well, that's why I wrote it...but anyway. This story is a pretty good start for me, so I'm happy. Please review, but no really bad flames…they scare me…gah!!!! I do like fire, but no flames!