Because I'm such a bitch and I write angsty things and I don't what happened, but I'd like some feedback on my second person. I DON'T EVEN KNOW RIGHT NOW. I might continue this, who knows.
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I remember tears streaming down your face,
When I said, "I'll never let you go,"
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone,"
But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight.
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It's the beginning of June, when you and Brittany step out of that movie theater, into the warm summer air. Your fingers are intertwined in hers and you wonder how you ever got so lucky.
"That was a good movie, huh, San? I like romantic comedies. 'Cause they're all like... crazy, stupid in love... Kinda like us, don't you think?" She beams, like sunshine, whipping her long silky blond hair out of her face.
You grin back, because she's infectious and so damn perfect. You doubt you'll ever deserve her. "Definitely. I love you so much, B."
"I love you, too." Brittany leans in to peck your lips. You smile again, because she's completely right. You're crazy, stupid in love.
It scares you how much you love her sometimes. The sun rises and set on Brittany, as far as you're concerned. Soul mates. The two of you are soul mates.
Laughing and smiling, you get in the SUV. You're always smiling around her. Really, you've never been mad at Britt for longer then five minutes.
You are driving, because Brittany will get too distracted by the streetlights or the enchanting full moon. She's a dreamer, always seeing the little things you never could. Brittany's world is beautiful and magical, but it always looks the same through your eyes. You're too realistic, forced to grow up too fast. You see things in black and white, but Brittany's world is in a whorl of brilliant technicolor. You're hardened, street-smart, and tough. She has the innocence you lost when you were so young, you almost envy it but you can't feel anything negative towards her. It's just not possible.
Because she's Brittany and you're Santana and you've loved her almost as long as you can remember. Ever since you saw her walking down the hallways, in her little Cheerio's uniform, with her big blue eyes and goofy smile. She's all that's good in your world, she's the reason the days in this cow town are bearable.
So, grinning at the girl in the passenger's seat, you pull out of the parking lot in your dad's SUV. Soon enough you and Britt are singing along to the radio, speeding down the highway.
Laughing at Brittany's silly faces in rear view mirror, your eyes flit off the rode for a second. Only a split-second, you swear.
You didn't see it. God, you swear you didn't see the truck barreling down the road, until it was right there.
Everything happened so quickly.You didn't even know what was happening.
The headlights of the oncoming truck blind you. They bore wholes in your brain, unable to escape from the cage of your memory.
You want to swerve, desperately veer off the road. The car is headed straight into the path of the giant truck that is driving way too fast. But you can't seem to move. Your arms lock, they're rigid and unbending.
"Brittany!" You scream, your eyes squeezed shut, "Brittany!"
Fear grips you, cold and unforgiving. You scream, wordlessly noise coming out of your throat.
Impact.
The truck slams into your SUV, leaving you spinning uncontrollably off the road.
You don't see your life flashing past your eyes, you don't even feel your life slipping away, you don't even feel afraid. All you can think of is her. Brittany. You desperately need to know she's going to be alright, that's she going to be okay. Because she needs to be okay. You don't even care about yourself at all, as long as Brittany's safe. Before Brittany, no one would've describe you a selfless. You're a selfish bitch, with razor instincts for your own survival.
But things are different with Brittany. They always were.
The airbags inflate and you're harshly thrown against them. A sharp pain shoot through your jaw and you hear a faint crack that sounds a lot like your nose.
But Brittany... She shatters right through the windshield and topples over the hood, while you hysterically scream her name. She doesn't respond.
Adrenaline and fear and this awful, gripping helpless feeling shoots through your veins, because you can't do anything.
"Britt! Brittany!"
Then everything fades out of focus and goes black.
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Eventually, you wake up, red and blue ambulance lights whirring around in your vision. Your head pounds and your nose throbs.
"Where's Brittany?" You demand, your throat dry and scratchy, "Where is she?"
The paramedic doesn't reply, just tries to get you to lay back down. But you can see.
Her eyes are closed. There's deep gashes on Brittany's limp body. And all the blood. Oh, god, the blood... There's just so much of it. You didn't even know there was that much blood in people. It's everywhere. All over Brittany and her Cheerio's jacket and her favorite jeans.
It makes you feel like ice, cold and so numb, seeing the blood matted in her corn silk hair. You scream and yell as people flood out of the ambulance, trying to revive her.
But they never can.
(You were driving...)
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Brittany Susan Pierce dies on the seventh of June, on a Tuesday. She's pronounced dead at the scene, the ambulance doesn't make it there fast enough.
She was only eighteen years old.
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You don't cry during the funeral, just stare numbly at the coffin as the lower her body into the ground, but the second you sit down in Sam's car you start sobbing and cannot stop.
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Just close your eyes,
The sun is going down,
You'll be alright,
No one can hurt you now,
Come morning light,
You and I'll be safe and sound.
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