TITLE: The Road to Pieces
GENRE: YA Urban Fantasy
I once fell slowly--off a motorcycle. At the time, it didn't feel like it hurt, although I know it did because I still have the scars. I didn't remember what made me get on top of that black Harley in the first place, but once upon a time I took a quiz made by some idiot on the Internet that said I would survive a fight with God for 0.99 seconds. What sucked was that 0.99 seconds was exactly how long I managed to stay on the motorcycle.
I just remembered that falling was the most beautiful sensation in the world. The stars swelled out of the sky, and the whole world froze so that there was just me. Falling.
And when I hit the ground, I learned the hard way what happened when you decided to punch your destiny in the face. I was fourteen and too young to understand that running into the walls of your own prison gave you nothing--just a headache. So I lay on the sidewalk thinking about how nice it would be to have another sweatshirt, and how if anything, I would rather not lie on the sidewalk and bleed in the dark.