I wake up in an empty room. I look around and see the glowing white clean sheets of the hospital which every woman secretly admires. It must be morning because the sunlight barely touches my bed with shy rays. Light slowly embraces the room and tiny tiny specks of dust slowly dance around like they’re celebrating morning.
My body is sore and my lungs hurt. Somebody must have found me immediately after I lost consciousness and brought me here. I don’t even care which hero or heroine saved me, if I haven’t died yet obviously I know I have bigger problems, and as I try to remember what happened exactly, all my memories from yesterday ambush my brain. My heart starts pounding in my chest, so dangerously, I just want it to stop. I don’t want to remember anything about yesterday.
I’m not scared about the situation nor am I trying to escape my thoughts. My only problem is that I don’t know what to do, what I’m going to say to the police officer. That I was in a car – which wasn’t mine nor his, because he picked me up from my house and told me that his car was at the shop – with my fiancé and we jumped off a cliff? “We are a crazy couple and we often do this kind of things, borrowed cars are Continue reading