It was one of the coldest, thin aired days in ages, I seem to remember. It wasn't one I wanted to remember, but I did. And I would, it seemed, forever.
I'd hopped onto the back of Ryan's motorbike, we'd go to and from town almost every Saturday. And enjoyed it so much. But, all good things have to come to an end.
We streamed past town, accidentally missing the turning. We tried to turn back around, but tipped over. I scrambled to my feet, brushing myself off. Laughing nervously, I called his name.
I thought he'd run off, until I saw him by the side of the road, calling me over. I ran across, blushing. How could I be so stupid? Thinking he would have left.
It was as if everything went silent. I heard a car honk, but I couldn't seem to move. Ryan looked as if he was in slow motion, running towards me. The high beam of the light flashed my eyes, I turned around.
And that's when it happened.
A pain of a thousand bullets smashed into me, I heard my head smack onto the ground, and it was over.
How could I have been so stupid?