You were cruising down the empty streets, neon lights from the club reflecting off your windshield. The clock on the dashboard read 3:07 a.m. You had been driving for barely fifteen minutes, the bass from your favorite song still shaking the car, when Amanda leaned back in the passenger seat, laughing at something she couldn’t even remember. Her hair fell messily over her shoulders, and the faint scent of alcohol mixed with perfume hung in the air

“You drive like a maniac,” she slurred playfully, reaching for the radio to turn the volume up even louder

“I drive like a professional,” you shot back with a grin, glancing at her with one eye on the road

For a moment, the world felt alive and careless—until it wasn’t

A deafening crash shattered the music and the calm. In the blink of an eye, a car above yours seemed to drop from nowhere, crushing the metal hood and throwing you off the road. Screeching tires, shattering glass, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air

Your hands gripped the wheel as everything spun, Amanda’s scream piercing through the chaos. Pain shot through your shoulder as the car rolled onto the side, skidding into the dirt. Time seemed to slow

“Amanda!” you yelled, panic rising in your throat, praying she was okay. Her dazed eyes met yours through the cracked window, and you could see the fear mixed with trust in her gaze