ThroneofLina

“Isn’t that … Amanda’s car?” April suddenly walked past us, her blond ponytail swaying. “I don’t know,” Zoe answered. April slid past a small group. “Yeah. That is her car and it’s running.” I trailed behind April, glancing at Zoe. She shrugged. Amanda hadn’t been in chem today, but if that was her car and it was running, then was she…? It happened so fast. “Oh my God.” A girl stumbled back from the car, dropping her bag just as the driver’s side came into view. I saw it—saw everything before I had a chance to look away, to not see what would forever be imprinted in my mind. Amanda was sitting in the driver’s seat, her posture rigid. At first glance I thought she was driving—I thought everything was okay—but then I saw that her head was tipped back against the seat, her long blond hair falling over her shoulders. Then I saw her face. Someone screamed. Someone grabbed my arm. Someone was tugging on me. But I saw her face through the windshield. I saw where her eyes should’ve been, but they were just burnt-out black sockets.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, The Darkest Star