The road crawled from beneath me, disappearing in little symphonic beats with every car I passed. The edges of my vision were blurred because of the speed I was going, making me feel like I was in a daze instead of being wide awake. Even though I was going at a steady pace of 75 mph, they kept urging me to go on faster. 'They' meaning my two best friends, one in passenger seat and one in the back.

I was still a new driver, and going at this speed was jumpstarting my heart rate with every new bump that we went over. The shocks of the 10 year old car weren't that good, so it felt as if we were on a roller coaster. Only this roller coaster didn't guarantee an upbeat employee that would smile and ask you how your ride was.

"Does this car go any faster? Come on!" Paul wailed in my ear while still having his eyes on his bull's eye, which was the car that was going a safe speed. How I wish I was driving with that person.

"We'll make it," Max reassured him. Unfortunately, he wasn't that persuasive because he was texting mindlessly on his phone. Paul sighed than groaned, balling up his fist like he was either silently threatening me or trying to calm himself down.

"Why are we doing this again? Catching up with that car, I mean?" I bit my lip. Paul looked at me like I had just asked him a stupid question. That didn't happen too often because everyone was smarter than Paul. Why didn't I think of that in the first place before I let him to persuade me to speed down the highway?

"You do know who's driving that car, right?"

"Honestly, no."

From the backseat, still texting and failing to make eye contact, Max mumbled, "Chelsea Dillon."

"Chelsea's driving that car? How do you know?"

Chelsea had been, ever since kindergarten, the number one person to pick on. All through school, she had the 'nerdy' look to her, joined every club after school that had to do with intellect, and only hung around with people that the whole school hated for getting good grades. Another way to describe her would be to say that she had the exact opposite reputation that we had.

"We planned this, me and Max. Now, go faster."

"Plan what?" I raised my voice to Paul. Because of the now increasing potholes and stray rocks from the forest preserves, it was hard to hear them. Paul ignored me. I figured it was just because he didn't hear me or he didn't want to answer my questions anymore.

"Switch lanes," Paul ordered. I obeyed.

Eventually, we were exactly parallel to Chelsea's car.

"Slow down to her speed," Paul demanded. Of course, I complied with him again.

Stealing a quick glance in the rear view mirror, I saw that we were surrounded by darkness. To the sides of the road, you could still make out the outlines of trees, but other than that, the two lights from the cars were the only clues of human life.

I took another glance at Chelsea's car. Chelsea sat there, still unknown that three of the jocks were driving right next to her. She had her hair up with smudged make-up. I wasn't the only one who had a tough night after all. Next to her in the passenger seat, was a younger clone of her. Her sister, maybe?

"She's not going to hear you if you yell at her," my tone came out hesitant, camouflaging the sarcastic comment I meant to make.

"We'll see about that," Paul smirked.

The light that came from the back turned off. Max had turned off his cell phone, probably waiting for Paul to taunt Chelsea.

"Hey Chelsea," Paul mocked once he had the window open. Weirdly, Chelsea did look at him. She looked away immediately.

Paul eased down more and took an awkward position more towards me. He called her name again. Chelsea made the mistake of looking.

Putting his hands on top of mine, he overpowered my grip on the steering wheel. For the second he turned the car towards Chelsea, I could only picture two crumbled up cars with debris all around. I didn't picture dead bodies.

I had closed my eyes the whole time he was steering. Excepting a screeching sound of the wheels and brakes and screams, it was surprising to hear Max and Paul laughing.

"Did you see her face?" Paul snickered. His goofy grin made me sick to my stomach.

Max laughed, only not a hard as Paul. I felt the car turn, a signal that Paul's prank was over with. Just try to be a responsible driver, I thought as an attempt to comfort myself.

"Do it again," Max chuckled. Even I could tell that he wasn't serious about his comment, but immediately, Paul went into action. Seizing the steering wheel like he did before, he waited until Chelsea had her eyes on him. Her panic-stricken face gave the impression as if she had been tortured. The setting combined with her facial expression was a perfect scene for a horror movie.

I didn't close my eyes. Instead, I looked at the road. But it was kind of awkward with Paul's hands on mine.

I guess his moment finally came because I felt his hand's force overcome mine. The car swerved, more than the last time.

However, it wasn't like the first time. I did hear the screech of brakes and screams. The sound of thumps, crashes, and bangs could be heard from everywhere. We were the only set of headlights on the street now.

"Was what…?" I paused.

"Stop by the shoulder of the road," Max stuttered. It was strange to hear him be nervous.

When we all got out, I didn't bother to turn off the car. I still had no idea what happened, but I had a pretty good idea what it was. Paul led the way along the street, which was the only thing visible. I couldn't see Chelsea's car.

"Did it flip?" Paul asked.

"I-I-I think so…" Max choked.

Another car went by. It scared all of us to the point of going into cardiac arrest. But from the light given off from the car, we were able to see burn out marks and damaged trees in front of us. Paul stopped leading us like a park of wolves and turned around.

"No one saw the crash, right?" Though he was looking at us, it seemed as if he were talking to himself. "So we could just leave it here. There's no proof that we did anything wrong."

My stomach churned and my forehead broke into a nervous sweat. Chelsea's face haunted my mind and her scream replayed in my ear as if she were actually there. Max and Paul were no longer with me, but I heard their footsteps go back towards our car. I followed their example.

We didn't talk about the car crash the whole way as I dropped them off. Once I pulled in front of my house, I felt guilt weigh me down, preventing me from getting out. I drove to the police station and reported a car crash on the highway. I wasn't alone though. Max and Paul had beat me to the station. The police were too busy in sending out cruisers to question us.

The next day, the police called us all in. We were hoarded into an interrogation room without a 'welcome' or as much as a fake smile. On the bleak white table that the three of us sat at, a detective sat calmly as we reviewed over a tiny notepad that fit smugly into his large hand. Two photos laid in the middle of the table, turned over.

"I'm Detective Closson. Do you know why all of you are here?" the serious but tired face frowned. Detective Closson took out a pen from his pants pocket and grazed the blue lining of the paper.

None of us spoke. I felt as though I was the guiltiest of them all. My throat drained of any moisture whatsoever.

The detective's eyes narrowed, a silent bomb just waiting to tick its last time. "Look, I have a lot more important things I can be doing, and I'm sure all of you do to. I'm sure you're a little shaken by what you saw, but I need to ask some questions. It's my job. Now, I want you to answer my questions, got it?" he growled.

Instantly, all of us nodded.

"Did you see Chelsea's car spin out of control?" his eyes shifted at all of us like a wave. Because I was to the far left of him, he stared at me longer than the others. I felt forced to speak.

"Yes," my voice croaked. I hadn't expected that to happen.

"Did you happen to know what caused the car to flip?"

Paul and Max shook their heads innocently. Those criminals. But you're one of them, my conscience reminded me. I gulped. My conscience sounded a lot like Chelsea's voice.

"This," he sighed out of boredom as he flipped over of the pictures, "is what the car looked like after it hit the ditch."

We all gasped. What was in the picture didn't even look like a car, just a pile of rubble and machinery. Some trees from around the mess of the car had been bent just because of the impact the car must have forced upon it. A skid mark of blood made a faint appearance next to one of the windows. We couldn't see any bodies.

"The other picture is very graphic. It's the bodies of Chelsea and her sister. From the look on your faces now, I'm not going to turn it over."

Max's voice faltered, "So they're dead, like for sure dead?"

"Yes," his voice was completely unemotional, "So you're telling me that you have no idea why the car flipped?"

He was on to us. I could tell from the suspicion in his voice. As silence washed over us again, I felt my heart beating up, into my neck. Eventually, it began to rise up as quickly as a released balloon would as it traveled up to the clouds. A racing heartbeat was all I could hear. I looked to the side of me, at Max and Paul.

Max's mouth was moving, so he must have been saying something. But I couldn't hear him. Just the beating of a heart.

Detective Closson shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The heart beating slowed for a second, enough for me to hear the Detective speak.

"So she was afraid of hitting a deer that crossed the driving path?" he asked to be confirmed.

The heart's beating soared. I observed Paul and Max as they nodded their heads. I felt so much guilt that I couldn't control myself. A breeze of heat hit me and I stared to sweat.

"Are you okay?" the Detective's eyebrow shot up at me.

"No, I'm not."

"What's wrong?"

I paused for a moment, using the sleeve of my jacket to wipe off some of the sweat from underneath my lip. All eyes were on me now, from the Detective's interrogating stare to Max's look of extreme anger. The heartbeat wasn't going to stop.

I breathed in the last free breath that I would ever have, and cleared my throat. "I did it."