Hydroplaning. It's the one of the things they worn you about when teaching you how to drive. I knew I was experiencing it the moment I felt the tire slip from beneath me. Making my heart stop. There was no way I could regain control as I flew off the motorcycle.

The rest happened in an instant. My mind couldn't process all that had happened. All I could remember was being in the air for what felt like forever before I crashed back onto the ground. The motorcycle and I both rolled. I'm pretty sure it even rolled over me once or twice. By the time it was over, I couldn't move as pain engulfed me.

My eyes stung every time I tried to open them and it was hard to breath. Every inch of me hurt and the iron smell of blood kept filling my nose. I am pretty sure that I'm going to die alone on this road. No one would know where I am because I just left without a plan. I didn't even know where I was.

As I lay on the ground, my thoughts began to wonder. It tried to think of ways that all of this could have been avoided in the first place. What I could have done differently to make sure the crash never happened. But this played out just like my dream in a way.

In my dream I die from a motorcycle accident. Funny how things can play out like that. It's like I predicted my own death. I would laugh if it didn't hurt so much. I'm pretty sure I lost my voice in all of the pain as well.

When they say that your life flashes before your eyes as you die is pretty much just you trying to remember all of the good times. All of your regrets are play out, making you wish you did something different. Then you think of the moment that got you into the mess that you are in. My heart ached with that last thought because I could have avoided it. I just don't know how and I'll never know.

Then my mind went to the biggest regret I was facing at this very moment. My actions were probably not only going to cost me my life, but also the life of my child. I wish that my need to run away from my problems wasn't ever there. Even if I didn't want to fight, I could at least have heard him out. But I'm sure he would regret making the mistake of having his temper get the best of him.

But due to my actions, I will never know if I was going to have a little girl or a little boy. I will never know if they will look more like me or more like their father. There will be no chance of watching them grow up into decent young citizens. That was what I regretted the most. Ruining a life before it even go the chance to live.

At some point a car must have seen the crash and pulled over. I could faintly hear voices, but they sounded so distant. My eyes stung from whatever was running into them that I could only make out blurry figures standing over me. There was even a figure walking around as if they were taking in the scene in front of them.

I'm no longer alone, was the thought that crossed my mind. It was comforting in a way. Even if I had no idea who these people were. But they were nice enough to stop and try to help me.

The feeling of hope poked it's small head into my heart. Telling me that if the people go me help soon enough, I could live. But the hope began to fade the moment my eyes got heavier and darkness began to cloud my vision. There was no way I was going to be saved in time.

As my vision slowly faded, I was able to make out another figure running up to the scene. The one walking around held them back from getting closer. I played with the thought that the new one was David coming to rescue me. It would be something he would do in times like these. Just the image made this whole thing less scary.

I'm pretty sure the person over me was trying to make sure I stayed away. They haven't stopped talking since I noticed them. The words were muffled and blended together that I couldn't be sure on what they were saying. But it sounded like a woman's voice. Making me remember Ashley's kindness and how she would try everything in her power to make sure it didn't hurt as much.

Just imagining my friends being with me made me feel better. It put my mind at ease as it got harder to stay away. My eyes slowly closed, making everything grow darker. There is no light when you die. Just darkness. Just like when you close your eyes to go to sleep. Maybe that is why some people call it the eternal slumber or something like that.

The last thought that ran through my head before I gave into the darkness was, I'm sorry.