8:35 am ( Andre Burakovsky)

Skylar (1

*Flashback 1 year*

"You know I can drive right Andre? I only failed my drivers test once and that was because I was super nervous. I'm perfectly completely capable of driving a mobile vehicle-"

"Ok ok shut up, it's your last game before the championship tournament and I want to drive you as your best friend and your chauffeur. It's only for a couple weeks anyways, so don't get used to me driving you around!"

I rolled my eyes as his familiar smile crept up on his face and his laugh lines crinkled up.

His dark curly hair looked like a bird nest as he rolled up the window. I run my fingers through his head to smooth it out, Sweden is known for their blue eyed blonde haired boys but I think the prettiest ones are the dark haired ones with hazel eyes.

As he kept his eyes on the road I quickly noticed that the playful sparkle was gone and a worried look replaced the look in his eyes.

"Skylar, what am I gonna do when you're gone?" Things took a sudden turn into the serious lane.

"I don't know, hangout with Michael and Tom," I answered.

"Yeah but Michael and Tom aren't my best friends, you are."

"It's your dream to play in the NHL, plus you're gonna see me during the offseason and I'll come to a few games." I said, trying to make the situation positive. "I'm gonna miss you too."

Andre sighed, clicking the switch to signal his blinker as he stopped at the stop sign. Suddenly, a loud crash was heard from around the corner and down the block. I jumped in my seat, straightening my position from my previous slouch.

"What was that?" I asked in a paranoid tone.

"Who knows," Andre shrugged, sounding as casual as ever.

"Andre, what if there was a crash?? People could be hurt. We should go down the block to see if everything is alrig–"

"Everything is probably fine," Andre interrupted. "If it weren't, we would hear sirens."

I leaned back in my seat a little bit, trying to shrug off the nervousness. I was always paranoid about these kinds of things. When I would hear news of an accident where someone may have been harmed, I tense up and worry. I worry if it could've been someone I know. I worry if they're family is worried. Sometimes I worry about something completely unrelated because I convince myself that it needs to be worried about. I'm naturally an anxious person, and no one knows that more than Andre. He gets annoyed with how paranoid I get sometimes. It's just part of my nature, I guess.

"I hope everyone is alright," I said. "I still think that we should drive over and check.

"Stop worrying, it's fin–." Andre trailed off, his eyes becoming focused on the image in front of him. His eyebrows raised and he began to swing his arms up to protect himself, a blood curdling scream escaping his lips. I swung my head around to get a glimpse of the sight. I only saw what he was focused on for about half a second, but that was long enough for me to comprehend what was about to happen.

A scraped up, bright red car.

A drunk driver.

Coming straight towards us...

Lights out, I thought.