Dont Drive Faster Than Your Angels Fly

Trish pressed the pettal down a little further. This straight of the road continued on a couple hundred miles. At this point, she could rightfully say that she was in the middle of nowhere.

The spedomiter inched towards seventy and continued to climb. The world around her flew by. The little black car kept gaining speed. But the quiet purr of the engine could no longer soothe Trish's frayed nerves. The dark night ahead of her was closing in for a long time and there was no more sun to fuel the little energy she had left.

Trish punched her thumb on the dial on the dashboard to turn on the radio. The soft music filled the car so she turned it up to an almost deafening volume. The current song ended and a new one flooded the air.

She had one eye on my suitcase,
One eye on the door.
She said "Dont mind me if I cry
It's just what tears are for."

You're eighteen and so ready.
Just like I once was.
Believe me girl, lettin' go
Is the hardest thing 'bout love.

Trish listened to the song that was bringing back the ache in her heart. She was eighteen and had left her parents just that morning. Speeding away the moment she turned of age. When Trish stood at the door saying that she was never comming back, her mother had eyed the suitcase that Trish carried and then looked at the door that was thrown open wide. How ironic the lyrics seemed.

It wasnt long until Trish had escaped her family and her mother's noisy begging and tears. Trish was gone when she was in seventh grade. Her family already lost her. There was no way to get her back. And now she was leaving in person, for real. Nothing could be said. It is Trish's freedom that lies before her.

Trish had then followed the road wherever it might have taken her. She wound up here on this long stretch in the middle of nowhere and didnt have the heart to check the gps on her dashboard.

The song continued onto the chorus now.

Dont drive faster than your angel can fly.
Dont cry tears to deep to dry.
Dont follow a dream unless you open your eyes.
Or fall for the first soft shoulder you find.
Dont be wreckless with your love or time.
Dont drive faster than your angel can fly.

The spedomiter continued to climb past 90 now. Trish didnt slow down yet. Not until a flash of silver shot past her. Going in the same direction she was. Trish stared foreward but no one or nothing was there at all. She shrugged it off and listened again to the lyrics that were quickly becoming detrimental to her sanity.

She must have run this road before.
For her to be that smart.
Shemush have felt what I feel.
She knew the way by heart.

Her life will be my stepping stone.
Her words will be my guiding light.
Her love will sheild the loneliness
And darkness from my life.

Trish fisted the button to turn off the music. She was tired of the warnings. She was tired of hearing what she should have done differently. She was tired of hearing the possibilities.

The car sped past the silvery thing again although this time it was trying to keep up. It didnt have a full shape.

A deer ran out into the road and Trish slammed onto the break. But the car wasnt stopping quick enough. To be accurate, the car wasnt stopping but spinning out of control. Trish had forgotten that her car didnt have anti-lock breaks.

"SHIT!"

The silvery thing appeared in the passengers side. A whispering voice sounded from that area. "Im sorry. I cant save you this time. I tried to protect you from death, but you went too fast."

Never the less, the angel wrapped its arms and wings around the girl clutching the stearing wheel as the car flipped over and rolled into the soft earth of the shoulder.

Everything went black except for the whispering voice of the angel. "Give me one last chance to save her. I know she can slow down in life. Her clock wasnt supposed to stop now." The voice was begging. "One last change and then if she still doesnt slow down, she's yours. Im supposed to protect her."

Nothing ansered the whispering silvery shadow. However, Trish's world did go black.