"Time is very slow for those who wait very fast for those who are scared very long for those who lament very short for those who celebrate but for those who love time is eternal." William Shakespeare

The sky was at war. Earlier the blue stripped sky had carried the blistering sun high above us but now furious tears stained the road. The windshield of the brand new Jeep Caravan was stained with these drops as the speedometer crept higher. The brand new CD caused the bass to pump the seats. Paying attention to neither the speed limit nor the rain, I increased my foot's pressure on the gas pedal, satisfied by the immediate response.

I wasn't paying attention at all on this desolate reservation road. Anger still wrapped its acidic hands around my heart and I wasn't keen on calming it. Once the anger was quelled, the profound sorrow would appear. I had promised that he would evoke no tears from me, and it was a promise that would be kept no matter the emotional price.

The steady bass that gently shook the car lulled me into a sort of half sleep and I was content to forget the troubles of the day for a few moments. But a few moments is all that fate needs to wrap his slippery hands around a life and twist it completely.

When I glanced back up at the road, there were two bright lights headed towards that front of the Jeep. They say that in an accident time slows so that everything seems to be spinning toward the result. My accident seemed to happen in a second.

In a second there was a blindingly white light. The high tingling of glass falling onto a slick, black road. The sickening sound of metal chewing metal. The sinews of my arm pulling dangerously away from each other. The squish of my head against shattering glass.

And then there was darkness.