Part 1 chapter 1 Combing my fingers through my hair while looking in the mirror, watching how the light caught the red, setting it on fire. Unfortunately Alex, my boy friend of the past five years hated the colour, but I could never bring myself to change it for him. My ma used to spend hours brushing it, and telling me about how she'd never had the luxury of such beauty given to her, that was of course before she died. Maybe she was the reason why I loved it, the memory of her ingrained in the mirror every time I looked at the fire. Either way I loved it, so instead I kept it in a tight, neat bun, so as to keep it as hidden as possible. Slipping on my navy sweater, to cover the dipping backline of my pearl cocktail dress, "leave it to the imagination," was Alex's favourite motto. You'd think after five years you'd want to spice something up, but I guess he was just an old fashioned gentleman at heart. At 16 I found it absolutely charming, tho
Part 1 Chapter 2 The smell of gasoline in the air jolted me awake, and upward, but the shooting pain throughout my entire body was what sent me back down again. Eyes fluttering to desperately try and make a shape out of the blur my eyesight had become from the overwhelming pain. I'd determined the hot, glowing orange blur was the car about 10 feet from where I lay in grass. Everything else was just, mashed together, so I decided my efforts should be forwarded to what was actually hurting me. Slowly moving my right arm, it seemed to be in one sufficient piece, minus what I can assume will be a few bruises. Wiggling each finger to make sure it was intact before continuing to my right arm. Letting out an ear shattering scream, when I realised this was probably the source of most of my pain. Twisting my body awkwardly, so I could try to minimize the pain, and lay on my back. Lifting my right arm, and squinting at the giant patch of red, and pink.