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"You OK?" JC asked, looking at me. He must of felt my head suddenly come off his shoulder.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just had auhstrange dream." JC looked back at the screen and I sunk back into my thoughts. I remembered when I was 12, reading a book on interpreting dreams. My dream meant that I missed my brother and I felt alone, or somewhere along those lines. That seemed about right. I had been having a lot of dreams that could be comprehended that way.
"I'm going to take a walk." No one said anything. They just sat there. The movie had taken them over. At least for a while. I slipped outside and breathed in the air as I shivered. We were in Florida and still I was cold. I should have been used to it, being raised in Oregon, where it either rains or is cold 24/7. I walked slowly, thinking about David
After two cups of what ever it was, I began to feel sick. Really sick. David led me out. I could tell he was slightly annoyed. He was used to drinking. He wasn't exactly a "policeman's best friend." He'd gotten into a lot of trouble before, but I didn't care. I still loved him.
David helped me into the car and we took off. The whole time, I was trying not to throw up. Especially since David's car was worth about a million dollars. He could afford about 50 of them, but I still didn't want to ruin it. It was raining really hard and he was slightly drunk, so it wasn't the best time for us to be driving around. I knew we shouldn't have been out in those conditions, but the consequences never occurred to me.
I don't remember much, but this is what I do remember: seeing a car all of a sudden, right in front of us. David swerved to the left, but the car still hit us. Everything went black. I have no idea how long I was out for, I just remember waking up and being covered with blood. Then I looked towards the driver's seat, hoping to see David still alive. I saw his blood, his CD's, and his cell phonebut my boyfriendhe was gone