The Paths of the Dead
A/N: A Person insertion fic. If Sadness isn't your thing and your looking for humor and plotless stupidity, please stop reading and go check out other fics.
Rated: PG-13 for Psychological and Thematic Elements.
Prologue:
Robyn eased her foot on the break as the light turned red in front of her. She grinned as Lee rocked out in the seat diagonally behind her. Mae rolled down the car window of Robyn's little '97 Saturn, then leaned over and proceeded to turn up the radio.
"Make sure you have your seat belt on," Lee said shoving the back of Mae's shoulder. Mae gestured that it was on, "Just making sure."
That's Lee for you, always so protective and caring of what we were doing... to the point of paranoia at times, really. She's cool though, very outgoing and happy despite her circumstances earlier in life. Strangely, if you don't know her she can be incredibly cynical about the human race. Not very much unlike myself at all, but anyway. She's obsessed with drawing, and she's damn good at it. Better then me and Mae anyway. She's pale with brown hair and brown eyes, her eyes are light colored though. I think they're really cool…
Mae rolled her eyes and proceeded to rock her head back and forth to the blaring sound of Switchfoot's 'Meant to Live'.
"So, Lee- you like the movie?" Mae grinned.
"How could she not have?" Robyn interrupted. "It's like the best movie of all time. Everything about it was really frikk'in awesome."
"Well, I know what you thought of it the first time we saw it. You wouldn't stop crying that the trilogy was over." Mae snapped back. Lee of course laughed at the measurable immaturity of her two best friends.
Ah, Mae… sarcastic, mean, snotty… but she's ours. Nah, she's not that bad all the time; only around us. She actually can be really fun so long as she's not on the rag. Fellow friend in our freakish misery called high school. She's a blonde, but only in appearance. She is definitely not a stereotypical blonde. Good lord, no. She works a lot around her house, and I can definitely see sometimes it takes a toll on her. She gets migraines all the time from stress, and I can understand why.
"We were meant to live for so much more… but we lost ourselves…" Robyn sang happily.
"Oh man, it was so awesome. I was tweaking out at the end, but I'm kinda glad we're going home. My mom's going to have a heart attack if I don't come home really soon, I told her that I'd be back by 8:30 and it's 8:15. She's going to worry so much,"
"Uhm… Lee? You do realize… your not late and when we get there it's not even going to be late… why are you flipping out?" Robyn said, turning back to her. The grin never faded from her face because, well she'd seen the movie 3 times and December wasn't even over yet.
"It's Lee, Robyn. She's going to be flipping out even if it was daylight in the middle of the summer." Mae laughed.
"Hey! I'm not that bad…" Lee made a small pout. Mae looked back,
"Yeah. You are." Mae shot back.
"Holy crap. This red light last years long." Robyn said, finally exasperated.
"Well we are crossing a freakin highway." Mae replied.
"Yeah, okay well- no one is here." Robyn pushed herself back against the back of the seat, hands off the steering wheel, red hair falling in her face.
It's kinda funny how much our personalities clash. Lee is bubbly despite her dark appearance with her skulls and combat boots. Mae just doesn't give a damn. She says what's on her mind, when it's on her mind and doesn't really care what people think. And me? I guess I can be eccentrically moody, and I know and I'll be the first to say it; I'm lazy as all hell. I'm smart, but I'm not one for work. Mae tells me all the time about my creepy charisma that just draws in losers, and no matter how annoying I am, people just love me. And I have a problem where sometimes, I'm just sad. I'm working through it though and things are coming better.
Robyn glanced up, "Finally." She sighed, leaning forward again setting her hands on the sides of the steering wheel just as she noticed the light turned yellow.
The light over head turned green and Robyn hit the gas. "We were meant to live…"
Brilliant lights shown through the passenger side windows and the deafening sound of glass shattering and the sharp crunch of steel silenced her.
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