AN: Sorry for writing after so long. I have a 10 month old now so that really slows me down. But I am getting back into writing when I can, please just be patient. For now enjoy.
Prologue
I remember that night, the car accident, everything. I was driving home from a party my friends had for me. I was driving home listening to a CD that one of them made for me, it had a lot of the songs that I loved. I also still enjoy CD's so I'm happy they did that. Anyways, I was singing to Praying by Kesha. It was late and really dark out, so I had my brights on. The trees were looming over me and it scared me sometimes but it was fine. I was hurrying to get home so I could rest and meet one of my many friends tomorrow. I could not fit all of my gifts in my car so I decided to leave them all with Alfred, at his house. Alfred F. Jones, I could say was probably one of my closer of friends. He helped me when I was being bullied, and even though I did fight back, I was still pretty weak, and that's when he stepped in. I guess, he must have been watching from across the field or nearby or something like that. Anyways one of my older friends from grade school had called me and I looked down at the phone to see who it was. It was Joanna, I answered it. The music stops as the bluetooth in my car picks up the call.
"Hey what's up?" I ask happily.
"Hey, I just got a bad feeling and had to call you." She says with worry in her voice.
"What do you mean?"
"Just avoid looking at the radio and changing your song."
"Okay." Is all I say and after that she hangs up. I haven't talked to her in a while so it was odd for her to call me. I always kept her phone number in my phone just in case she ever called or texted again. I look at the radio as the song changes, I click the next button, skipping to Believer by Imagine Dragons. When I look back up I'm in the other lane, and the car in that lane is way to close for me to get out of the way. Next thing I know we collide.