There was nothing Sam had ever loved more than that car. That's why he decided to destroy it.
Commonly referred to as 'Christine, after the fictional devil car, she was Sam's pride, joy and the love of his life…until he met Julia.
Sam had never been all that interested in women before (leaving people to question his sexuality), until he met Julia. She was no different to every other girl, but to Sam, she was special. Infatuation was the only word he could use to describe his feeling for her. Love at first sight was the only way he could describe his relationship with Christine. That's why he decided to take both of his girls out.
Julia had worn red that night, the same colour as Christine.
It was almost as if she was jealous; jealous of Julia. No matter what Sam tried to do, the vintage car wouldn't start. So they were stuck. The three of them: Sam, Julia and Christine. Stuck on Highway 83.
Outside it rained heavily, preventing either one of them from getting help. In order to calm Julia's nerves, Sam put the radio on. There was barely any reception on Highway 83, leaving more of the radio stations to be non-existent; all except one. Through the cold, emotionless car, Pearl Jam flowed.
'We
were out on a date in my daddy's car
We hadn't driven very far
There in the road, up straight ahead
A car was stalled, the
engine was dead
I couldn't stop, so I swerved to the right
I'll
never forget the sound that night
The screamin' tires, the
bustin' glass
The painful scream that I heard last. '
"Turn it off Sammy" Julia had said in an almost fearful tone. But Sammy chose not to turn it off; instead he turned the volume down to a soft murmur.
He tried to 'comfort' her but she pushed him away. Instead they sat in silence. Watching, waiting.
Julia had worn red that night, the same colour as the truck.
The truck had come at them and hit them faster than they could scream. In a mass of metal and flesh, the car had been push aside like a matchbox car. As the car rolled off to the side of Highway 83 no screams could be heard, only the smashing of glass and the soft murmur of the radio.
Julia had worn red that night, the same colour as her blood.
'When
I woke up, the rain was pourin' down
There were people standing
all around
Something warm rollin' through my eyes
But somehow
I found my baby that night
I lifted her head, she looked at me
and said
"Hold me darling just a little while."
I
held her close, I kissed her our last kiss
I found the love that
I knew I would miss
But now she's gone, even though I hold her
tight
I lost my love, my life that night. '
Sam opened his eyes and groaned. The car was upside down, there would be a fair amount of damage cause to the body of her due to the collision, the windows we're smashed and the paint would most likely be scratched; he could only estimate the cost of the repairs.
He looked over to Julia. Her eyes were still closed. He spoke her name softly, but she didn't react. He reached out to her and squeezed her hand. But she didn't react. Sam slammed his fist against the dash board before the tears began to flow.
Julia had worn red that night, the same colour as the roses Sam had left at her grave
He stood in out on Highway 83, looking upon the remains of his car that no one had bothered to clean up. There was still blood; Julia's blood. It was everywhere. Upon looking at his hands he could see it there too. Fresh red blood, the colour of Julia's dress.
Axe in hand, Sam took one last look at the car. She had always been a piece of metal, nothing more. Her love for him was cold and hard. He had lost the only girl he ever loved.
Axe in hand, he started to destroy Christine.