_God is dead._

I learned that when I staggered into Owen’s car that night. He and Lousie were in the front, laughing at something as _Iron Maiden_ played loud on the speakers. Bea’s skull slammed against mine, her waves of black hair obscuring my vision. “_Harriet_!” She screamed over the music.

“What?” I screamed back, as Corbin jumped into the back of the car beside me, an open bottle sloshing in his hand.

“Let’s _gooooo_,” Louise shrieked, and suddenly we were accelerating down the empty street.

The windows, rolled all the way down, sent a crazy wind into the old car, and my hair whipped at my eyes.

Me, Bea, and Corbin all smashed into each other as Owen swerved onto a back road, the car practically jumping into the air.

Lousie turned the music up louder as her favourite _Mother Love Bone_ song came on. She passed back an already-burnt pipe, the bowl still nearly overflowing.

Bea snatched it, grinning, fumbled with the lighter, whose flame kept going on because of the night wind crashing in through the open windows. She passed it to me, coughing, and after a minute, I exhaled a plume of smoke and tried to pass it to Corbin, but he was downing his bottle, so it went back to Louise.

Songs flew by along with the beat-up car, trees passing by thrown-open windows faster and faster. The pipe went around, along with one of those tall cans of vodka ice tea.

We were barreling along a dirt road, Lousie screaming along to _Put You Down_ by _Alice In Chains_. The car’s light was on, dimly lighting things up just enough so I could see. My chest almost ached from the speed of my heartbeat- which just about matched the speed of the car, and the music. Well, it had to.

Corbin slouched, swaying, next to me, while on my other side, Bea lighting another bowl. But then, I couldn’t focus on them. My head was spinning, my eyes staring at the dim light above like it was fire and my pupils  were moths.

My thoughts screeched, _slow down slow down slow down_, but I couldn’t- it’s not like Owen’s car could, either.

“Harriet!” Bea screamed at me, the music obscuring her words. “Dude, you okay?”

“_What_? Yeah, I’m fine!”

And then, we hit a cow gate.

[this is an idea I had for the prologue of a story I’m thinking of, PLEASE give me feedback i need it I’m begging you people. Thank you!]