Her long brown hair clung to her wet skin as she stood in the rain, smiling and leaning back as if she was hugging the sky. Thunder rolled through the sky as she spun around in a funny dance, laughing at herself when she loses her balance. Never before had Henry seen her so happy, so free. It brought warmth to his heart to see her smile. Noticing him staring at her she runs over to him, out of the rain.

"Grandpa" she says, water running down the side of her face. All her clothes were soaking wet and almost see through, she was shaking from the cold, her lips turning blue.

"Jesus, child, get inside before you end up with pneumonia!" With the storm raging on, they both go inside the little shack they call home. The fire had kept the room warm and sent a dull glow over everything. A bookshelf covered one wall, while photographs covered the rest. A lounge chair sat in front of a fireplace with a book resting on the arm, a very inviting place.


I smile at the image in my head, one of my childhood, a time when everything seemed so simple. Feeling a sense of calm I open my eyes and am greeted with a woman's face staring intently into my soul me. I jump at the sight as I sit up in my seat and clear my throat, realizing I had been day-dreaming again.

"Sorry, where were we?" I say to the woman in front of me. Mary Shelling her name was, she was the sister of one of my closest friends who had recently passed away in a horrific car accident involving a semi-trailer. I still hadn't really come to terms with the fact that he was gone.

"You're in shock about what has happened. You are experiencing denial," my counsellor had told me the last time I had been to see her, "Quite normal after such a tragic life altering event."
"We were discussing the flowers we were going to use for the service," she replies with a somewhat annoyed expression on her face, smiling while planning a funeral probably wasn't the best idea. "I was thinking roses," she continues.

"Well, I know for a fact that James' favorite flower was the bird of paradise," I contribute, feeling a little bad for drifting off during the discussion. I receive a bad look from Mary who, I assume, is a little jealous of how close of friends James and I were.

By the time most details of the funeral had been sorted, it was quite late at night and I was feeling very exhausted from the long day. "Mary," I say, "is it okay if come back tomorrow to help finish with the rest of the planning?"

"Yea, Ange, it's been a long day. I might just hit the hay too," she says back, less stressed than she had been earlier in the day. We say our goodnights and I leave to go home. Once I get to the car, I turn the radio up and blast the AC to warm up my frozen hands, winter was quite cold, especially at night. As I pull out of Mary's drive way my favorite song comes on on the radio. I turn up the volume even more and start singing completely out of tune.

"Girls don't like boys, girls like cars and moneeeeyyy! Boys will laugh at girls when they're not funnyyyy!!" During my little jam sesh in the car I failed to notice a car pull out in front of me until it was too late. Slamming on my breaks, I skid into the back of the car before everything goes black.

*****

I awaken to the sound of a man telling me to squeeze his hand. I do as I am told and open my eyes slowly. A pain in my head makes me flinch as I start to move.

"Hey now, slowly," the voice says, "You were in an accident." As my eyes start to focus, I find myself looking up into two gorgeous brown eyes. Normally I don't see the fascination between people and eyes, but right now I understood, they were perfect. I move to sit up and feel the man’s arms snake around my back to help me.

"Can you tell me your name?" he says as he crouches in front of me so that our eyes are level. Oh those eyes, they were simply dreamy.

"Angella," I say when I realise he is waiting for a response. "My name is Angella."

"Well Angella, I've called an ambulance and they should be here soon, you did hit your head pretty hard," he says reaching his hand up to move a piece of my hair away from my wound. It must have looked bad judging from his expression. He gives me a worried smile before realising how cold I am. Taking off his jacket he wraps it around me shoulders and rubs my arms to warm me up.

"What happened," I ask, confused as to what was going on. "Who are you?"

"Well you ran your car into the back of mine, I guess you weren't paying attention," he explains, "and my name is Jaime."

Jaime. I take a moment to look at him properly and not just his eyes. He has dark brown hair which sticks up in all directions and I noticed dimples when he smiled before. He has a muscular build and is wearing a band tee and skinny jeans.

"Bring Me The Horizon are a good band," I say, commenting on his t-shirt. He looks down at his shirt and smile when he returns his gaze to me again.

"They're pretty good guys too," he laughs. Before I could ask him how he could possibly know that, I hear sirens in the distance. "Here comes your ride," he teases me before getting up to flag down the van.

*****
Hospital food is gross. I have no clue how anyone could actually eat this stuff without wanting to throw up. I had been stuck in this stupid hospital bed all day for "observation" they said; to be honest I think they just wanted to torture me with their disgusting menu.

I sit staring at the microwaved dinner in front of me, dreading having to put any of it in my mouth, when the guy from last night walked in. Jaime, that was his name, the one with the amazing eyes.

"Hey," he says as he walk in and sitting on the end of my bed, "How are you?"

"I'm alright, I guess" I reply to him, "My head hurts a bit, though"

"I'm not surprised," he smiles at me. We drift into silence as we both look at each other, taking each other in. I reach up to remove a bit of hair from my face when he notices my wrist. He grabs my arm and looks at it, all the scars from the years. Yepp, I'm pretty pathetic, I guessed that this would be the part where he turns around and leaves, disgusted at ever having to look at me. Instead he looks ate with sad eyes and says "Promise me you won't do this anymore."

A little stunned, I just stare at him, trying to understand his reaction. "Um, what?"

"Stop doing this to yourself." When he sees me start to shake my head he adds, "For me?"

I laugh a little at him and, before I can stop myself, say, "My god, you're not one of those arrogant twats who thinks the sun shines out their ass, are you?"

I quickly cover my mouth with my hands looking shocked at what I had just said. My expression was mirrored in his, but was quickly replaced with amusement as he laughed. "Well, I've never gotten that reaction before!"

Notes

A/N: Sorry this was so bad, I just needed to write it because you need to know a few things here later in the story. I promise the rest is really good, so keep reading! Just a little note: if anything doesn't make any sense please tell me; I only have time to write this at 1 in the morning so my brain isn't working.
Any and all feedback is welcome xoxo ~E