These are Stephenie Meyer's original characters. They are just acting out my plot. No copyright infringement intended..
I knew this guy who blew out his knee during his senior year of high school. He had been on the fast track to receiving a full-ride basketball scholarship to nearly any university of his choosing. After his injury, he went downhill, believing his life was over and saying he didn't want to live anymore. He was afraid his life would never be good again. At the time, I couldn't comprehend that kind of fear of the future. That kind of despair. That kind of pain.
Driving through the dense fog, angry and alone, I
found a deeper understanding of him. Was it so wrong to want another chance
at life? A fresh start. An opportunity to go back to "The Beginning" but do it right this time. Was it so terrible to want this life done?
I pressed on the gas pedal, traveling faster than I should have been for the visibility, because honestly, I didn't care if I never made it back tonight.
Lost in as much regret as in the surrealism of the fog, I barely noticed the reflectors on the posts of the bridge I was fast approaching. Wait a minute. I don't remember there being a bridge on this road. I leaned against the steering wheel, focusing and saw not a bridge lined with reflectors, but blinking lights, cutting through the misty night like bats out of hell. Rear reflectors that didn't show themselves attached to the Semi until it was too late.
A/N I've marked it as work in progress though, it is complete, because I'd rather post a few chapters at a time. Thank You.