Emma Louise Hart was a girl of simple pleasures. She had long blonde hair that extended exactly three inches past her shoulders, and bangs that hung over her eyebrows, framing her face perfectly. Underneath those bangs were two eyes that would shine like sunlight through a vibrant spring leaf every time she smiled, which was quite often, actually. Emma had just turned eighteen when her and her boyfriend of two years, Logan Pierce, were on a drive home from their University. Nothing had ever gone wrong in the cushioned life of Emma Hart.
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Emma woke up in a daze; beeping and murmuring echoing in her ears. She tried to open her eyes, but a bright light quickly depleted her will-power. Reaching out in her confusion, she felt a sharp tugging on her arm. Now having the motivation to open her eyes, Emma realized the tugging on her arm was a series of IV's dripping in clear fluids, and red fluids. Becoming hyper-aware of everything Emma felt as if she could feel each drip, drip, drip... constantly getting louder, constantly dripping. The putrid smell of blood and antiseptics flooded Emma's nose, and she began to choke on the metallic taste of blood upon her tongue.
Emma tried to close her eyes, to forget what it was that was happening to her, when she saw an image of a car, also dripping blood. Logan, she thought, her conscious beginning to shift. The drips began to dim, but the beeping seemed to grow louder, more panicked. Images of flashing lights, broken glass, and blood flew across Emma's mind, as if each image was on a slide show engraved upon the inside of her eyelids. She remembered the rushing of ambulances, and the people cloaked in white. They were so white, Emma could hardly think them to have been real. Tossing her head back and forth, Emma tried to rid her mind of those people in white coats, only to be reminded of a semi truck.
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Emma was messing with the radio as Logan drove his old beat up 2005 Cadillac DeVille towards Emma's home. Logan's family was full of mostly dead-beats, and Logan only got out thanks to a football scholarship, but Emma's father was throwing a big Thanksgiving Day party, which Logan was so graciously invited to, although Emma was fairly certain it was to buy her affections since her father has felt guilty since he and her mother's divorce. Oddly enough, Emma never really minded the divorce, but maybe that's because she now got twice the gifts and neither of her parents were lacking in money.
Emma changed the radio to a country a station, which Logan always rolled his eyes at.
"Why must you always change it from the good message of the classics to something about red solo cups?" He complained, a mocking smirk apparent in his voice.
"Well, I just don't understand the beauty of a son telling his mother he killed someone." Emma remarked, knowing Queen was one of Logan's favorite bands. Logan always let Emma listen to what she wanted though, and she would even catch him tapping along from time to time.
Just as Emma turned up the volume, that's when she noticed the semi truck. It was going the opposite way, and even had a median separating it from our side, yet it charged through the median and went straight for the car anyway. Surely a median would have stopped a car, even a semi, if it wasn't pumping the gas pedal.... The last thing Emma clearly remembered was the odd idea that the person driving the semi was fully aware, and didn't even blink as his truck collided into her and Logan's car.
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