Okay, this part is a kind of backstory as to what happened. It's a little on the gory side of thins, but not that bad. At least i think it's not that bad!
There was nothing he could do now. It was done. He had killed her. He had been angry. He had been driving fast. The lorry, it had come out of nowhere. He had tried to avoid it, swerving to the side, only to hit a lamppost. He had managed to save himself when he remembered Jane. But it was too late.
The car had burst into flames. Jane was inside, screaming 'LET ME OUT' at the top of her lungs. He could see her desperately trying to open the door, but her fingers were broken. He wanted to move, to help her, but he was rooted to the spot. It just seemed so surreal. He wanted it to be a dream, but at the back of his mind he knew this was all really happening.
He had then heard the fire engines coming. But he paid them no attention. He was still watching Jane's attempts to get out. Now her hair had caught fire.
It was burning up towards her head slowly. The flames licked their was through her red hair, burning it till it was no more. Jane was in their, crying, trying her utmost to get out. But she couldn't. She was trapped inside that white car. She would never escape. He wanted to help her, but he couldn't. Some invisible force was keeping him back.
What happened next surprised everyone. Just as the fire engine was about to try put out the fire, the car exploded. Then all had been silent, except for the slow crackle of the flames.
He had made his way through the wreckage of what had once been his car to try find Jane. It was a childish hope that she would still be alive, but he didn't care. He shoved a lump of burning hot metal out of the way, burning his hands in doing so. Then he saw the body. He had to turn his head away from what remained of Jane.
Her body was lying on the ground surrounded by a pool of blood. But the blood wasn't just coming from any old cut. Oh no, the blood was coming out of the hole at the top of her neck where her head should've been. She had been decapitated.
Her head lay a few feet to the right. The hair had been completely burnt off. A last scream was still frozen of her face. A single one of her hands lay beside it. A pool of blood surrounded them also.
Someone had then come over to him. It was a policeman. The man convinced him to come back to the police station with him.
He had spent the whole journey with his head buried in his hands. It was all his fault. He knew that now. When they had gotten to the police station, the policeman had called Brian. Brian had come and picked him up. Neither of them spoke the whole way back to the studio.
When they had got there, Brian had made a few calls. He told Paul that everything had been covered up. No one need know, except those who were close to Jane.
But that would never help him. It was too late, he thought as he took another sip of his tea. There was no way of going into the past and stopping all this from happening. Jane was gone for good.
