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Waking up I see that everything is OK
The first time in my life and now it's so great
Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed
I think about the little things that make life great

I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

[Chorus]
This innocence is brilliant
I hope that it will stay
This moment is perfect
Please don't go away
I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by

I found a place so safe, not a single tear
The first time in my life and now it's so clear
Feel calm, I belong, I'm so happy here
It's so strong and now I let myself be sincere

I wouldn't change a thing about it
This is the best feeling

[Chorus]

It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
It's a state of bliss, you think you're dreaming
It's the happiness inside that you're feeling
It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry

It's so beautiful it makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliant
Makes you wanna cry
This innocence is brilliance
Please don't go away
Cause I need you now
And I'll hold on to it
Don't you let it pass you by

[Chorus]

Innocence – Avril Lavigne

Monday March 31^st,  3:33am. Highway 15.

A blue Ford Focus drives well above speed limit, zigzagging along the road.  The night is pitch black and nothing lights the way. The highway is bumpy, with dangerous crevices. Why ? Because it’s a country highway. And what does that change ? People rarely use it, so why spend money to secure it ? The driver fumbles around the buttons and handles in his car to turn on his lights. HONK. Wrong one. SWISH SWISH. Wrong one. CLICK CLICK CLICK. Wrong one yet again. What is taking him so long ? IT IS 3.33am. DRIVE SAFELY WITH 102.9 K-MAZON. The radio shouts out the newest hits, deafening the driver. He’s alone. Taking his eyes off the road, he looks at his steering wheel and finds the right handle. CLICK CLICK. The brusque change in light blinds him and he quickly looks away from the source. Finally accustomed, he looks out again. Too late. He didn’t hear it coming because of the deafening radio. Too late. He didn’t see it coming because of the blinding light. Too late. Too late. The car opposite him, a red and black Mini Cooper, honks desperately. But the car won’t slow down. And it won’t drive straight. They’re going to hit. In a flash, the Ford Focus sees the Mini Cooper. Both cars sway, hit. The radio shuts off. The light bulbs are destroyed. Smoke slowly rises from the motors. Nothing moves.

Was it bad luck ? Was it bad timing ? Could it have been prevented ? Who knows.

3.35am.

The driver backs and looks to the other side. Why won’t he try to see if there aren’t any survivors ? Cowardice ? Disgust ? Fear ?Yes, it is fear. But not fear of blood, not fear of death. Fear of the past. Tears silently roll down his weathered face. He remembers vividly. He was 8. His mother was looking at him. Singing to the radio. Laughing. Then there was a flash. Then nothing. He unconsciously rubs his wooden left leg. He lost it in the accident. He lost his mother in the accident. Simple coincidence ? Irony ?

3.47am

A siren. The truck driver dries his face. Blazing red and blue lights head towards him. The police is there, too. The ambulance and the cop car stop. While some head toward the wreckage, others head toward the truck driver. Can we ask you a few questions ? 

No. It had already happened. And I haven’t done anything wrong either. He added at the policeman’s searching look.

Yes ! Look, buddy, I was driving my truck to Little’s Supers and I saw the wreckage ! How many times do I have to say it ? Damn it, I’m gonna be late for my delivery. I was to be promoted ! The truck driver grunts and eyes the policeman who frowns.

Please call your company to explain, sir. The policeman is clearly aggravated. He wished he hadn’t had a late shift. He would’ve been able to watch the game. He was tired, impatient. He wished he wasn’t here. This man was taking up all of his time. And he clearly wasn’t very polite. 

The driver fumes and calls. He yells on the phone. Yet nothing can be done. He won’t be promoted. His day is ruined. Irony ?

The emergency doctors enter the ring of smoke and look for passengers. They lift pieces of metal. Put them aside. The driver of the blue Ford Focus is found. He is sprawled against the windshield, glass eating at his skin. He wasn’t wearing his seat belt. The doctors carefully pick him up. He’s in a terrible shape. And bleeding to death. His skull is cracked, his ribs smashed, one of his arms is oddly twisted. The doctors check for signs of life. His heart is beating feebly. He’s breathing with difficulty. Yet he won’t come around. He’s been knocked out cold. The doctors fear traumatism may have plunged him in a coma. He is put on a stretcher, into the ambulance.

Next, the doctors unbury the driver of the red and black Mini Cooper. The left door was crushed against her body. Her left side is deeply cut. Even though she was wearing a seat belt. Her arms broke because she held the steering wheel. The doctors check her pulse. Feeble. Check her breathing. Difficult. They try to reanimate her. She opens her eyes a moment. Mumbles something incomprehensible. Faints again. She too is put on a stretcher, into the ambulance.

Don’t talk like that. She’s still alive. We better make a report and bring them quickly to the hospital. The guy’s responsible, then ? The driver scratches a few notes down. He nods at a policeman. They’ll be staying a while longer. The truck driver has gone to the station. His trucked is parked to the side. Today, families will wake up with no milk on their doorstep. All because of an accident on Highway 15. The ambulance leaves for the hospital. Lights flashing. Siren bawling.

The girl on the stretcher never asked for anything. Her life was innocent. Empty. With nothing to worry about. Now it’s about to change. And so is the boy’s. And so is everybody elses. No life is ever to be the same.

Earindle

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