Chapter Three – The Crash
"Well?" Allison asked, lighting the cigarette in her mouth.
"'Well' what?" Amy asked, turning back onto the main road.
Amy had finally convinced Allison to let her keep driving. It had cost her almost all of her week's pay but she was in the driver's seat and Allison wasn't bitching about it... Anymore.
"Well . . . what did Jason show you?"
"Oh!" Amy said, understanding. "Just some poems. He's got a better hand at writing than you do."
Allison glared darkly at Amy, before she blew her smoke out the open window. "You don't like poetry," she muttered under her breath, too quiet for Amy to hear over the Nickelback song on the radio and the roar of the wind outside. "Hey, All-"
"Amy, look out!"
But it was too late. Amy saw the cat before she could dodge it, but she tried to avoid it anyway. She swerved and ended up hitting something big and hard - probably a tree or phone pole – and that was the last thing Allison remembered before blacking out.
When Allison woke, everything was quiet. She was aware of pain in her body, but it was distant, dull, like she wasn't really there to feel it. She rolled her head to the right to look at Amy, who had a nasty gash in her leg. She opened her mouth to say her friend's name, but her eyes closed and she couldn't summon the energy to speak. Eventually, her mind went numb and she stopped trying altogether.