Adrian's POV:
Jess! Jess...Why does my heart hurt me when I think about her? What the fuck?
I continue putting on the rest of my clothes, while I look at the floor to see if I forget something. But the thing is, I'm remember stuff, blurry things getting clearer and clearer the more I focus on them.
I recall storming out of the party truck as fuck and taking my car, but I also remember blood and Jess. What about Jess? I want to remember so bad.
Come on! Come on! Think harder. I remember a crack, it's like...it's like I hit something with my car...someone.
An image of gold and dark red comes to me, it's like a dress or some fuck. Wait!
Jess was wearing a gold dress...
I remember now, that I saw her face before I hit something hard with my car.
My phone in my hand makes the sound of notifications, a lot of notifications showing up all together.
