Amanda POV

Here's the thing about collisions—they hurt. Concussion kind of hurt. 

No matter how long you have known they are coming, or how prepared you think you are, you are always in for a surprise, good or bad. 

It may be a weekday, and you are walking to school or riding to work, or the weekends and you're just at home; chilling. 

It could be a phone call, a gas leak, a knock on the front door with your ex telling you that you both had a child way back in secondary school. 

It could be fire, from the amber stained kerosene you bought at the junction for half the usual price.

 Something happens to something, like a catalyst. 

And then you are moving at increasing velocity, accelerating faster than you want to. 

And there are lights. Bright lights, just before the crash. Bright lights that help you see the bigger-frightening picture. 

Then Blam! Your life is altered, forever.