I hope this story will be different from any other you've previously encountered. That is all I have to say. :
Chapter 1
Butterflies and Hurricanes
She was cold.
Her breath was warm and moist against the frigid air. It escaped her lips and joined the cold. The sound of her boots hitting the snow echoed a mile's radius in sharp contrast to the silence of falling white. A union of opposites surrounded her, leaving a melancholy feeling lingering there. It seeped into her pores and steadily replaced the frustration circulating through her being. Her passion had blinded her, and it was then that she truly witnessed the scene unfolding around her. A quiet night filled with countless parallels. Perhaps she might have found peace then had she not spotted her car, reminding her of present position.
"I hate him," She announced for the umpteenth time. With each repetition, however, the object was forgotten. Her hatred was all that remained.
'I hate.'
The emotion ruled her thoughts while some unknown force controlled her limbs. She would not remember how comforting the dead weight of the brick felt nor how stealthily she crept toward her prey. The sound of shattering glass was a chorus of angels rejoicing within her ears, but she remembered then how to fear and was suddenly drowning in the feeling. This drove her to dash to her car, thrust herself within, and escape all her hate and fear. They were her true enemies.
Her body, mentally and physically, was too tired to feel. She grasped some odd amount of peace in the numbness and the clarity with which her mind processed nothing. Everything became simple. "It doesn't matter," She decided then. "You'll forget this one day. The sooner that day comes, the better."
She did not pass or catch sight of any other car in motion as she continued on her way home. This was understandable considering the late hour. She shouldn't be awake. He shouldn't- Her thoughts were interrupted when her tires met ice, and the lack of friction caused the car to spin several times. Fear spread like wildfire through her veins, and the sound of her scream never met her ears. The front corner of the car came in contact with the railing of the bridge first but did not break through. Instead the back end of the car swung around and met the railing, crushing inward. She had forgotten her seatbelt in the rushed course of her escape and was thus thrown into the passengers' side. The side of her head hit the window, but she felt nothing. Her tunnel of vision ceased abruptly.
Darkness bathed her, enveloped her, swallowed her whole. She felt It without truly feeling. It was vast and immeasurable, but she did not comprehend this. She couldn't because she was Nothing.
'It doesn't matter.'