Meant to Live

~SWITCH FOOT~

The silent that consumed the space around me pressed. Threatened to break my eardrums. Made the threatening promise that life as I've grown used to, was over. Promised, that I'd be numb until I could stand the pain no longer.

Thoughts raced through my mind, consuming me whole. I floated on a dark cloud, scared to open my eyes. Scared it would cause me to fall deeper than I've ever been. Terrified that what I thought would become reality. Begging for the dull ache that was barely there to disappear.

Slowly I opened my eyes. I was bombarded with green and red. I smiled, Christmas. But something was off, the green was leaves. It didn't fit. An unknown force pulled me towards the red. I reached out and was greeted with a warm, sticky liquid. Blood. Yet I couldn't pull my hand away. The force held me strong as ever.

Eventually I pulled back. Scared, I looked over. Braiden's head was hanging limply out the shattered window. His body was still. When I touched it, the warmth was already almost gone. It was his own blood, mixed with some of mine, that stained my hands.

I had to get out. My body did all the work as my mind shut down. The smell of sweat and blood filled my nostrils, intoxicated me. It matted my hair to my face. It held me captive in my thoughts, not letting me escape. My whole body shook as I walked to the road. Soon, I couldn't stand any longer and I collapsed in a heap.

Curled up at the side of a road, you start to think about your life. You remember the good, the bad, but mostly the best. Making love, being in love, your first drink, your first time getting high, your first time mixing cocaine and crank. God, I really could use a cigarette. Or a snort.

It started to rain again, washing me clean. Like it was allowing me a second chance. I remembered the tape, it was still safe. How it managed the crash, I don't know. But I still had it. I had my lifeline to a second chance. Obviously, I was meant to live for something.

Lights brought me to my senses once again. Someone was talking, but I only heard silence. Finally my eyes listened to me, as did my ears, and I was able to focus. "Ms, Ms! Are you OK?" The man before me kept asking.

I nodded slowly, it was starting to hurt. "I'm fine."

"Oh my God. Was there anyone else with you? You're bleeding! Are you sure you're OK? I called 911 already." He spoke at super-speed, not allowing me to answer. Instead I watched as his eyes wandered to the scrap metal that used to be Braiden's car. Again he said, "Oh my God!"

Soon we could hear sirens in the background. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the noises. Soon lights joined in playing with my muddled mind. God, voices. There were so many voices. Voices of authority, voices of fear. My voice.

"Braiden's in there!" My voice surprised me most out of everyone.

"Shh, we know. They'll get him out safely." The man never left my side. He hadn't seen what I did.

Yet when they rolled the body by, covered with a white sheet, I wasn't expecting it. A single tear fell and someone shouted before my whole world became dark once again.

XXX

(A/N: ANDREAS' POV!!)

Lacy and I drove to the hospital as fast as we legally could, sometimes faster. This couldn't be happening. He was supposed to take care of her! Fear fueled our adrenaline as we entered the hospital at a run. Breathless, we reached the front desk. "Samantha Skealburg." I gasped.

"Critical up in Intensive Care Unit. Are you family?" The receptionist smiled a sad, tired one at us.

I didn't know what to say. Lacy answered for me. "I'm her sister. This is my fiancé."

"Ok." She let us go and go did we ever.

When we reached the ICU we saw Star's family. All of them. Her dad even had his arm around her mom. They had both been crying. When we got there, her mom jumped up. "Lacy! Andreas!" She embraced us.

I could feel both of them crying and almost did myself. When we pulled out Lacy whispered, "Can we see her?"

Slowly they led us to her room. We walked in and were greeted with tubes and beeping machines. She hadn't been washed up yet either. Dried blood covered almost every visible patch of skin. She also had a cast and her head was bandaged. This wasn't good at all.

Lacy pulled up a chair and gently grabbed her best friend's hand. "I," I kissed her lightly. "I'm going to go call them."

She nodded and let me walk out. I knew she wanted some alone time anyway. I made my way past all the flowers and decided to take the stairs. I ran until I was outside where I pulled out my phone and dialed.

"Hello?" A very tired Bill answered.

"Bill, it's not good. It's so not good." I spoke in one breath.

"Whoa! Calm down Andi! What's not good?"

"Star. Oh man Bill. It's Star." The tears I had held in front of everyone else started to fall.

"What happened? He's supposed to protect her!" My friend's voice rose.

"He's gone Bill. It was a car crash." There was a silence on the other line. "Billa?"

Author's Notes:

OMG!!! Intense or what?!? *hands out cookies* u guys who review make my day!! *hugglz*

kk... i got a job for summer! (The lake Lisa!) *happy dance* can't wait! Should be lots and lots of fun!

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I can only wish I had Tokio Hotel for V-day... I don't own them!

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~Becky~