1:00am

Bette didn’t know where she was. She opened her eyes, everything was blurry. The car was steaming and hanging off the edge of the bridge.

Bette groaned and tried to move, the car creaked loudly and edged towards the precipice. 100 feet down into the water was not something Bette could survive and she knew it. Slowly she removed her seat belt, grimacing when pain shot down her entire body.

She opened her door, making the car creak again. She tried to move but cried out when the pain became almost unbearable. “I can’t move my legs!” Bette cried grabbing her legs and tugging at them. Finally she dropped out of the car head first.

Bette cried out hearing the loud crack her skull made, but she kept dragging herself away from the car. Then the creaking sound became defeaning and the car plunged off the bridge.

Bette couldn’t move an inch further. She fell onto her back as the world became blurry. She struggled to remain conscious.

“Tina!” she cried out, “Tina!”

The low growling of a motorcycle filled the air as Bette’s eyes started fluttering shut. “Hey!” a male voice cried out.

Everything was dark but Bette could hear everything around her.

She heard the low voice of the man calling out, “come on breathe!”

She felt a pressure on her chest then felt air being pushed into her mouth. The pressure on her chest continued harder this time as she heard the frantic whimpers of the man. When she felt another gust of air being pushed into her mouth she gasped loudly and opened her eyes.

Her eyes immediately filled with tears at the crushing pain. The image of the man above her looked very burry, but she could tell her was a young man. As her eyes focused, she could see the man had jet black hair that was brushed back. He had a piercing on his eyebrow and ears. He was wearing black rocker clothes, and had several dragon and electric guitar tattoos all over his arms and whatever could be seen of his chest.

She felt herself being carried and cradled in the arms of the man as they mounted the motorcycle. It was a rush. For just a moment, Bette forgot her pain as the motorcycle rushed through the city. She leaned back against the man’s chest, trying to keep herself conscious.

“Good, good, stay awake,” he said softly.

“T-Tina,” Bette whimpered.

“Tina?” he repeated, “is that your name?”

“N-no,” Bette breathed.

“What’s your name then?”

Bette wracked her brain, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember. She let out a cry of distress. She didn’t remember her own name, in fact she barely remembered anything. The only she remembered was a blonde woman by the name of Tina. She remembered meeting Tina at art exhibit, then they started having a relationship. Then it was blank.

“You don’t remember?” the man said softly.

“No,” Bette cried.

“It’s alright, you will,” he said, “my name is Leo. Come on, we’re here.”

Leo lifted Bette into his arms easily and carried her into the hospital, where she was immediately rushed into the ER.

5:00am

The loud doorbell awoke Tina from her slumber on the couch. She had been waiting for Bette for over 5 hours and eventually fell asleep. She bolted to the door in a frenzy and opened it, “Bette?”

She couldn’t help but gasp when she saw two police officers and not Bette.

“Miss Tina Kennard?” one of them said.

“Yes?” Tina said worriedly, “where’s Bette? Is she okay?”

“Bette Porter correct?” the officer said.

“Yes, yes! Is she alright!?” Tina cried her tears spilling out of her eyes in desperation.

“May we come in ma’am?” the officer said.

“Of course, of course,” Tina said letting them in, “please officer, where’s Bette, I’ve been waiting for her all night.”

“Miss Kennard,” the officer said guiding her to the couch, “please sit down.”

Tina sat down and looked up at the officers with glassy eyes. The other officer sat down next to Tina and said, “I’m sorry to inform you Miss Kennard, that we found Miss Porter’s car completely wrecked inside of the lake. Evidently the car got completely smashed and fell over the bridge.”

Tina gasped loudly and broke into desperate sobs, “no! No! Where’s Bette!?”

“Unfortunately we have not found her,” the officer said, “but seeing the gravity of the accident, there’s a very good chance that Miss Porter is dead.”