Hella made sure to ditch her clothes after scrubbing them pink. Blood stains were a bitch, but then again so was a failed suicide attempt.
The first 'attempt' wasn't really an attempt at all. She had gotten into a car accident at two in the morning when she was on her way home from a party at Monroe’s house. He had offered to let her stay the night, but her only friend was very popular and she didn’t need to hear the proof.
She had been so angry at her twin, Hana. Hana had ditched her yet again for one of her friends and left her to fend for herself. She always did this; so Hella wasn’t surprised, she just hated being alone and Hana knew it. Especially during this time of the year.
The panic attack had overtaken her and she had managed to run to the car and take her meds. Her hands shook as she calmed down slowly; taking gentle pulls at the water bottle she kept in her cup holder.
“Fuck this!”
Hana can find her own ride home. It’s not like she rode home with Hella usually either.
Hella turned on the car and backed out of the drive and made her way to the desolate road that her family kept within the dark forest. Only animals and her family could make their way down the road without getting confused.
The drive began to seep the anger with her twin out, all Hella could do was wipe at the angry tears.
A glare hit her windshield.
What the hell?
Hella braked when she saw a grey and white figure appear before her. She had hit the break too fast or too hard; but the figure did not move and literally ghosted through the massive SUV as it began to flip off the road and down into the ravine.
Tonight was not her night.
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