AN: This is just a drabble. I have wanted to do a actual story of this for quite some time but I simply don't have the energy or the time around homework, school, and sleeping. So maybe you will see a much longer oneshot on this, I only have like a few weeks left of college. -thank GOD- Thank you, Ming (Pink Cloud Assembly), for being my BunnyBouncer and Beta! Guess that makes you my BBB, eh?

Anyway, Enjoy!


It all happens so quickly.

My breath catches in my throat and my hands grip the edge of my seat so hard that my knuckles are white and my fingers are tingling with the loss of blood flow. My eyelids are incredibly wide and I can nearly feel my irises shrink down to mere pinpoints.

Glass flies around me, broken into thousands of tiny sharp shards. I can see my horrified reflection in them, staring right back at me, and it frightens me even more. Faintly I feel a shard pierce my shoulder, hear it bury itself into my flesh and stop when it hits bone. It's far from my mind right now, the pain is nothing compared to the dread of the current situation.

I can't believe this is happening.

Beside me my brother holds the steering wheel tightly, yanking it towards me and then abruptly away in a vicious attempt to gain control of the vehicle. It isn't working; we're still going down the hill at an incredible speed. He tightens his jaw and wrenches the wheel left, pulling it beyond its limits.

The vehicle finally yields to his commands and jerks left. I feel relieved for a moment, before realizing with ever mounting terror that we are still traveling down the hill, not left. In that moment the world around me turns upside down and I am jerked towards the roof, against my seatbelt.

This can't be happening.

Someone in the back yells in pain as we roll again, the world dancing in front of my eyes. I really hope everyone was strapped in.

Another violent lurch sideways causes my seatbelt to painfully dig into my lacerated shoulder, and then we hit something, something big and sturdy enough not to give in to flying metal. It throws us off balance, and suddenly we're skittering in the other direction, forcing my head to painfully snap backwards on the seat.

Someone in pain gives a strangled yell and I hear something crash against the floor; more things fall to the ground, hitting metal floors and boney heads. Still, we roll.

So tell me, if this all happens so quickly, why does it go so slow?