The sound of laughter feels around within the car, one two many people having the thick smell of beer on their lips and in their mouths. The car we were in swerving dangerously among the dark night. Surrounded by nothing but trees.

Only God knows why I’m hanging out with these guys. I didn’t even like them; they were loud, annoying, immature and everyone loved them because they were part of kappa kappa something and threw the _best_ parties with the _hottest_ chicks — Sum it up: spoiled, disgusting rich kids who were sure to inherit their daddies million dollar companies, what did they need school for? And somehow they came up to me and told me they “dig my vibe” apparently, enough for me to end up squeezed into the back of a expensive four-seated car with 5 of them, squashed in the middle of a blonde girl giggling about something and a guy way larger than me chugging more beer, I was (more specifically) the only sober person in the car.

“Guys… you think we should pull over or something..”

I barely mumble out, the driver, Mike only mimics my words in response earning laughs and asks me why I’m being such a buzzkill. That quickly shuts me up, because sticking up to someone with an ego as big as Mike’s and the money to back it up couldn’t have ended well.

Alternatively shutting my eyes and faced with inky-black void, I just hope, pray that we make it back to college in one peace and that we didn’t end up on the news for crashing and dying… All I can think about is mom as the car swerves aggressively much more often… oh if she could see me now; how I’d fought so hard to get a scholarship at an Ivy League just to waste it on kids who didn’t care about their future and clearly didn’t have to if there diamond jewelry and designer bags were anything to go by. University was a place to party, drink and meet like minded man-children to grow old with for these people, but for me? It was literally everything. My one shot at success. My one shot at buying my mom a big house and my ONE shot at being successful. Why was I here? I was such a stupid, **stupid **idiot.

It’s all I can do not to have a panic attack before the car comes to an abrupt stop and I’m knocked forward, not having a belt on but luckily stopping myself inches away from the window in front of me, suddenly, the laughing and joking and occasional karaoke had reached an extremely abrupt stop — and one my eyes are re-opened I’m met with the fact that the car had hit a tree.

Mike’s midnight-black Porsche that costed more money than I’ve ever seen (and probably will ever see) in my life, it was eating bark, I’d laugh if It didn’t mean I wasn’t getting home any time soon.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck… **FUCK” **

He practically screeches.

He slams his palms repeatedly into the steering wheel causing the car to beep multiple times among the empty woods, the girl sitting next to him in the front tries to comfort him. He pushes her. The car is radio silent before Mike calms himself down and turns on the headlights, giving everyone reign to evacuate with the illumination.

Oh god. . . I whisper to myself seconds after we’re out of the car.. Blood paints the front of the car, we didn’t just crash into a tree… below us laid something.. someone? Fur all over its body, it had the eyes of a human and the teeth of a black bear. One thing was for sure though, it was dead, beating me to it, one of the guys with bleached blonde hair vomits up all those beer and nachos from back at the party all over the thing.

“What the fuck is that?”

Another asks, peering over the creature, prodding it with his boot which causes me to scrunch my face… whatever it was, whoever it was, it is dead. There goes my scholarship.