Prologue: Wishing to Forget
How cruel can life truly be? It was a simple question that any person would ask themselves if they were always being asked of things. Forever being a servant, suffering in the delusion that you have what people would call control. Adrian was always learning that. Every day he lived he would remember just how pathetic and cruel life could be. Sometimes, he even wished to simply die.
He would be sure to leave that bloody message behind. The one he wrote, but before that, he wanted to do something. One last thing to do before he simply stopped his wretched existence. It didn't matter anyways. He shifted, placing his foot on the clutch, driving down the long, winding road along the country side. He shifted gears, picking up speed.
Out here, the speed limit only exists in your mind. What cop would patrol these bloody roads anyways? Not like anyone really drove down these roads anymore. Of course, he had to see his sister one more time, say goodbye. She needed to know he was going away for good. Sure, she would probably miss him, but he knew that she would understand.
He watched his speedometer reach ninety, then slowly crawl to ninety-five. It felt like such a slow speed as he turned along the road. Snaking roads were always more fun when you were speeding. His heart was steady, calm, adrenaline never seemed to come any more. Then again, when you have nothing to live for, you tend to feel this way, or perhaps it was just him. His eyes took a fleeting glance at his passenger seat, then sighed, turning away sharply, holding back the storm that would brew if he continued to dwell on it.
He shook his head as he turned the road. Man, the day wasn't even half over, and he was already growing tired. Perhaps that would be best, falling asleep behind the wheel and crashing? But of course, he had to get to his sister first. He seemed to be dwelling far to much on that thought, it seemed to recur like he had a sister complex. Then again, at this rate, perhaps he did have a sister complex.
Suddenly he was on a straight away, and he nodded, feeling a little better about relaxing his body. Perhaps this straight shot would take him right to his destination? He shrugged his shoulders, let his neck roll a little, then shot his eyes up as he caught something in his sight.
A young girl just standing in the middle of the road. He had a split second to react, but his eyes caught the distinct black hair, long blue dress like that of a school girl from a back road town, and she was pale, oh so pale. He jerked the wheel to the left sharply as he slammed on the breaks, then pulled the wheel right. Sadly, he reacted to late.
The driver's door slammed hard into one of the trees on the side of the door, and Adrian felt a flash of pain through the side of his head as he fell sharply to his right. The seatbelt caught him, dragged him up into a limp sitting position. A hot fluid was running down the side of his head, and his rear view mirror seemed to be set just right for him to look into his own eyes. He pondered for a second when it had gotten so low.
As the pain delved him into darkness, he got one last glimpse of a young man, twenty-four years of age, his light brown hair cut short, blood trickling down the left side of his head. His eyes were bloodshot and a pale gray. His eyes flickered to up, the sun just starting to set in the sky.
Perhaps I won't make it after all... And then he was in darkness.