"you ready, {dead name}?" her sister called over the music. Catter only nodded while Shalie's hands shot up in the air and behind her head. Cat grabbed the wheel and steered from the passenger's seat. 'what a waste of a night' she thought, as her sister blew smoke directly in her face. Something in the girl's mind told her to let go, or run the car off the road, something, anything, make her pay for the hell we live in. But she thought more and more about waht her darling beloved would think of her untimely death. 'darling beloved', those word left a sour taste in her mouth. He had broke every bit of her soul, every bit of her trust, yet here she was, staying alive for him and him alone. He was her purpose in life. He made her whole. 'he so owes me for this' she thought as more smoke filled her lungs.

****, bad grammar. idc upset again lol. whyyy am i cryingggg