Author's Note: Shouldn't be posting a new story when I have so many I'm working on, but, that's never stopped me before, so, oh well. DanBlair. TVShowbased. Set just about ten or twenty minutes after The Thin Line Between Chuck and Nate and going onward from there in a different direction then the writers intended, obviously. It's set solely in Blair's point of view. Also, forgive me if I get a ton of medical information and/or lingo wrong in this story, I'm not a doctor. If anyone wants to correct me on something like terminology or anything, go ahead and correct me. I'm aware that not all amnesia, or maybe any amnesia for that matter, will work the way it will in this story... But, it is a fan FICTION, so let's pretend. Enjoy, Read, Review!
New York, New York
Thursday, January 19
10:55:37 P.M. EST
"My God!" I've just been lurched forward in my seat, palms pressed against the protective shield between the driver and me, bracing myself against the combination of gravity and this taxi driver's insane braking. "Could you be more careful, maybe?" I snap, my lips curling at this dirty-looking, unshaven driver.
He looks at me in the rearview mirror and gives me a sort of leering smile, "I'm tryin' sweeat'eart," he says, with some serious attitude.
Honestly, if I'm paying the man he should at least be decent to me, but no, he's cursing every two seconds and driving like a moron.
Why does Serena always insist on taxis? I had a perfectly good limo waiting there to take us home, but no, Serena always insists on public transportation.
God only knows why.
I think of Serena and smile to myself, my best friend, my savior, practically. Whereas everyone on the Upper East Side was shunning me, trying to break me down, Serena came to my rescue tonight. I was all packed, all ready to go to France to spend a semester at Dad's vineyard in Lyon. Sure, it would have meant enduring a semester of gay hand-holding between my father and Roman, and going to the public school near Dad's house in Lyon, but I'd rather have dealt with that than the shit I was being doled here. My boyfriend dumped me, my 'friends' ditched me, Chuck even had the audacity to turn me away... Even Jenny Humphrey thought she was too good for me.
But you know what? I'm glad Serena came and stopped me from leaving. I'm going to show everyone that it takes a lot more than GossipGirl's trash talk to make me run and hide. No. Screw them all, I'm going to come back better than ever. I don't need Nate or Chuck or Kati or Isabel or anyone, except Serena. I'll show them all. They'll be begging me for forgiveness, and it won't take long.
My phone bleeps and I check the text message that appears on my screen.
I feel a little trill of hope.
Is it Nate? Saying he can't bear to see me go? Isabel and Kati saying Jenny and Colleen just don't cut it? They're just not as chic, smart, or pretty as me? I smirk to myself, realizing how ridiculous I sound, even to myself. I flip my phone open and see the text is only from Serena.
If u need nething just call/txt me ltr luvie! luv u!
I smile to myself, honestly and truly grateful that I have someone like Serena by my side right now.
I will. thnx! I text back.
Peering outside the window, I realize that the rain that started to drizzle down as I left Serena at The Palace has turned slick and hard. It pounds on the roof of the cab, spilling down the sides of the windows, making me feel safe in this enclosed space of a taxi as we sit at a red light. The driver is listening to some old rock station on the radio that is reporting traffic and weather news every few songs. The volume is obnoxiously loud and I almost want to hit him over the head and tell him to shut the thing off, but seeing as we're almost home, I'll just sit here and ignore him. Central Park is beside me, and even in the rain I can see people walking around outside, either hurrying out of the rain or embracing it. Right now, as we pull out into the traffic again and I bump my head on the back of the headrest by the sheer force of the vehicle moving forward, I almost wish I was outside in the rain.
"Watch how you're driving!" I snap at the driver, absently rubbing the back of my head.
He turns around and gives me a glance, "Hey, pretty lady, why don't you leave the driving to me, huh?"
"Oh, leave the driving to you?" I retort acidly. "Why don't you fucking drive properly!"
Trying to twist his great girth in the seat, he manages to look at me, saying, "Hey, girlie, listen," he begins, but I'm not listening to him. "You become a taxi driver and then we'll talk."
I'm not paying attention, I'm glancing out the windshield, bored. And then I see it. Lights coming right at us. For a moment I don't care. Of course they're going to move away and it'll just be a silly road-rage fight, nothing serious. But it's not the car that's coming that is in the wrong, it's my driver, the driver of the taxi. He's not even looking though! He's still fucking turned around, looking at me! He's scolding me for bitching at him, instead of driving!
"Look out!" I shout and point toward the oncoming car.
But it's too late.
The lights are too close, the tires and breaks are screeching. I hear the honking and the shouting. The taxi driver is angry, surprised, and I'm screaming, terrified and powerless. The crunch of broken glass and clashing metals meet my ears and everything is jolted, everything shifts and changes in a millisecond.
All I know is blackness.
Author's Note: And that's how Blair Waldorf died. Just kidding! Obviously she can't die, you all can probably guess what's going to happen though... Hope you all liked the prologue! Chapter one is coming soon.