Windows down.



Hair blowing.



Music blasting.



This was what I did; this was my escape. Whenever I needed to let my feelings out, I grabbed my keys and just drove. I found that blasting my music and singing my heart out was a much better way to release my "teenage angst" (that's what my parents called it, but what did they know?). I always felt much better; unlike the way I feel when I cut... But let's not talk about that.



I guess you could say that music saved me. As cliché as that sounded, it was true. Without my music to drown my brain of all terrible thoughts, I would... Well, you know how that went.



I was finishing my last year of high school, and this was my reward. Finally, I had tickets to see Pierce the Veil; they were new, but I already knew that I loved them. My parents were wary (of course) of me going by myself, but I was eighteen. I could take care of myself.



So here I was, singing my heart out to Pierce the Veil, forgetting the world and only focusing on the roads and my destination.



"Were you honest when you said: 'I could never leave your bed'? Wake me up and let me know you're alive!" I belted out the words, smiling as my favorite song blasted, filling my ears with happiness, pushing away the stress and sadness.



I took a breath from singing, watching the road carefully. I was a good little driver.



Let me repeat that: I was a good little driver.



I drove through a green light, the last light before the venue. I squealed in excitement!



"I've been answering machines all night..." the song continued to play, and I continued to sing.



Until time stopped completely.



I looked to my left in alarm, and I had no time to react before the other car slammed into my side, sending my car in a perilous skid and my body flying. My breath caught painfully at the seatbelt that constricted my lungs, but that was the least of my worries when my head snapped to the side and my entire body became engulfed in shattered glass and car parts. I think my car rolled... How many times didn't really matter. All I knew was that all of the blood rushed to my head and gravity was definitely my worst enemy.



Music rang in my ears, shrill, yet, somehow, beautiful...



"And are the doctors dancing in, while the ambulances sing..."



An interesting combination of pain and numbness.



A peculiar juxtaposition of the darkness of the back of my eyelids and the light in the distance...



Nothing.

Notes

Hello, all. So, I am clearly a REALLY impulsive writer. An idea popped in my head and I just COULDN'T resist it.

What have i gotten myself into?? I now have this, "SOmething About You" and "Can We Lose Our Minds?" still. Three stories at once. HERE WE GO!

Anyway, I hope you guys like this. It's going to be a Vic story. Idk, I just really like writing Vic stories for some reason. Hehe.

And, Savannah actually parallels with me very closely. Although, i'm 17 not 18. and I've never been in a car crash. And i look nothing like her lol. But her situation i describe with the music and driving is 100% accurate, and this kind of thing is my worst nightmare, especially because i've never seen PTV live (**sobs**) and by the time i can go i'll be 18 and most likely go by myself... so yeah!

fun fact: i was born in Savannah, GA... Hehehehe

Sorry for the massive introduction haha I'm Done Now