cut my wrists and black my eyes.

i wish i could do something to make you feel (happy) again.
i feel useless right before the car goes flying of fthe cliff. all i can do is hang on, clench my knuckles til they turn white and try to make it to the bottom.

the dust settles. the paramedics come and survey the scene. bodies? yes.
three. one in critical condition. it looks like victim A tried to take the wheel. everyone else is still alright.
*coughs * blood sputters onto my shirt, "is everyone alright?" Victim B "we're all okay, a few cuts and bruises but we'll make it. You did good, you saved us." Victim B looks at V A, " we're gonna make... Hey! We need a medic over here!, don't go... keep you're eyes open! No! don't leave me now... Victim A stares into the sunny sky, eyes clouding over..

VA " come closer, it'll be all right, i'll see you again one day. don't cry for me, go live your life and remember how i lived my life, not this, not how i died. i'll always love you.....
End Scene.