Disclaimer: I don't own the Lord of the Rings although I wish I did. Instead I own this mediocre story that thinks it's a fanfic and the lovelies Katie, Lindsey, Shelby, and Jenny. I also have no claim on the song "The Soundtrack to Your Life". That belongs to Mr. Ashley Parker Angel, so hah.

Your first step, your last breath
Everything's been planned
There's questions, and answers
You'll never understand
I hold on, but let go
I give you room to breathe
Remember, the best things
Will never mind to change
Starting at the ending
It won't break, while your bending
Been there, and back again
And when the music ends

The moon shined over head, just a sliver in the night sky. It was a crescent moon, my favorite right after the orange.

Lights flickered past us, illuminating the road and giving light to the faces in the car. Noise surrounded us as we passed Restaurant Alley, a name that we bestowed upon road due to its being crowded with, well, restaurants. If you were looking for something, more than likely it could be found there.

Music from the radio played in the background softly. Hmmm, maybe not that softly; we were sixteen after all and our ears hadn't gone deaf yet from rocking out. Still, conversation made its way through the sound.

"So Lindsey, what did you think of the movie?" I asked the girl in the passenger seat. We were currently on our way home to Elm Grove, a small town in the state of Missouri, or as my Grandpa liked to call it, "Misery." It actually wasn't that bad though, my grandpa just didn't like the humidity (he's from California).

"It was good, I liked it," she replied. I grinned, I liked it too. It's surprising that she liked it though; the movie wasn't really Lindsey and Jenny's taste.

"I can't believe she did that to them!" cried the girl next to me, "Just betray them like that!"

Jenny laughed and looked into her rear-view mirror. "You're never going to let that go, are you Shelby?" she teased.

"Nope," she grinned.

I can't tell you how much I love the four of us hanging out. With everyone's busy schedules we never really have time to do this. Personally, I think school is just trying to suck the fun out of life, turning us into mindless zombies. Why else would they make us get up at the crack of dawn? I mean, don't they know that teenagers need their sleep? I know I do, some mornings I just wake up and want to take a match to the place. No, I don't skip school and, yes, I do get A's for those of you that think I'm a delinquent.

"Hey Katie, are you listening?"

I blinked, coming out of my thoughts and looked at Shelby. "Uh, no. Sorry."

"Well, as I was saying…."

I listened to Shelby as she started to talk about the episode of Inuyasha she had seen and how evil Kikyo is. I didn't think she was evil, just confused and told Shelby that; in the most mature way of course. I can't help it if she thought that the best way to show she was right was to start yelling and I felt that it was only fair to return the favor.

Well, maybe it was more of a stronger talking then actual yelling. If we were yelling Jenny would have probably yelled at us to be quiet so she could drive and talk to Lindsey in peace about their Swing Choir music. Oh my, I'm rambling now. What was I doing? Ah, that's right, trying to prove Shelby wrong.

"See she isn't evil," I insisted after listing off all the reasons I could think of, which were quite a lot I can tell you.

"She tried to kill Inuyasha!" Shelby exclaimed and threw up her arms. I opened my mouth to disagree when something else caught my eye. My blood turned to ice as my body froze.

"JENNY!" I yelled, but the warning came too late. The air was filled with the sound of glass shattering and the ear bleeding screech of metal on metal. Brakes squealed and I was vaguely aware that my head hurt before I blacked out.

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Voices, that's what I heard.

Bits and pieces of conversations cut through my sleep bringing me closer to them.

"The truck……came out of nowhere"

"Dead"

"They're only teenagers"

"…called as soon as I saw it."

"Don't think he saw the light..."

"Here's one!"

"…pinned good."

"Get this one into the ambulance!"

The last voice was the clearest and right next to my ear. It was loud too. My eyes fluttered open to reveal only blurs of colors and shapes.

"She's awake!"

My breathing was ragged and uneven. I gasped as pain flooded through my body. Horrible, unbearable pain that caused tears to come to my eyes, oh God, I had never felt such pain before

"Hold on," someone said, "hold on," they repeated.

The pain, though, the pain. And as their voice echoed throughout my head, my eyes closed and I let out one last breath.

I guess my will to live wasn't that strong after all.

How pathetic.

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'Camping', was the first thing that popped into my head as I took in the scent of the fresh air around me. I smiled, keeping my eyes closed, and absorbed the warmth the sun gave me as its light kissed my skin. I let out a sigh of content.

I was just about to fall asleep when a small noise caught my attention. I furrowed my eyebrows in concentration trying to identify the sound.

It sounded as though someone was crying.

With that notion I opened my eyes and sat up.

A few clouds graced the sky giving it that "just rained" look, but other than that it was a perfect day. I was also in a field with a forest only about thirty feet away off to the side. Though, come to think of it, it might have been further or closer than that (I'm terrible with distances).

I heard the noise again and spun around to look behind me. There, about ten feet in the other direction sat a girl with brown hair down to her shoulder blades. Her legs were pulled up to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. I immediately recognized the brunette as one of my best friends.

"Lindsey?" The teen sniffed and turned around to face me, her crystal blue eyes, red from crying.

"Yeah," she rasped out. I started crawling toward her occasionally tripping on the dress I was wearing.

"Lindsey, are you ok?" I sat down in front of her, worry filling my face as I looked at my best friend.

"You mean you don't remember?" Eyes widened in surprise.

"No," I was starting to get confused. As far as I knew, Lindsey had no reason to cry.

"Katie," she slowly drew out my name, "Katie, we...we died," Lindsey began to cry again and all I could do was sit there and stare at her.

I died? I couldn't believe it. I couldn't have died, I –. My thought was cut off as images floated through my head; the movie, the car crash, my friend's faces, and the voices. Oh God the voices, the voices that spoke of a crash, the voices that spoke of death, of not giving up.

I stood up. 'This can't be happening'. I started to stumble around like I was a drunken idiot. 'This can't be happening, it CAN'T!' I screamed it over and over in my head desperately hoping it was true.

Tears started to roll down my cheeks. I tripped and fell to the ground. I was sobbing now as the crash replayed over and over through my head like a broken record. 'I'm only sixteen, I'm not supposed to die God Damn It!'

I wept. My heart felt like it was breaking. Pictures of my family, school, pets, home, and what I even pictured my future to be, my future, a future that I would now never have, flashed through my head. I cried and cursed God for this cruel fate, I cursed every god out there, and I even cursed the Greek Fates themselves for my death. I slammed my fist into the ground and turned over onto my back.

"I'm dead," I whispered as tears flowed down my face. I laid there crying, my eyelids getting heavier and heavier. My tears slowly stopped, and I fell into a dreamless sleep forgetting the pain that I had just received.

Your life is a flashback
A question, a photograph
A statement, a story, a struggle
A chance to laugh
Cuz if you don't laugh you cry
A last crescendo when you die
So hit the rewind and listen
It's the playback
The soundtrack to your life

Authors Note: Yeah, sorry for the yuckiness. I'm terrible about re-reading my stuff and the only Beta I have is myself. This is also dedicated to Elowyn who wanted me to write and post my idea as a story. As a result, this has almost no plot and won't ever be updated regularly, not to say I won't try. I hope you're happy Ells (sticks tongue out at her).