NO TITLE BECAUSE I CAN'T THINK.

Feel free to suggest one, though.

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Tiffany Pierce. Tiff.

That was her name. Wasn't it? She couldn't remember anymore. Where was she, anyway? She couldn't tell. Wherever it was, it was moving. She slowly opened her eyes to take in her surroundings. She was in the back of a car. Glass separated her from the driver.

A taxi, Tiff thought, trying to sit up. She found her body was unresponsive, though, so she sat. She thought maybe she should be worried, but she was so tired and strangely happy that it didn't bother her. Why was she so happy again...?

Oh, she'd been on a date last night! Tiff smiled, slowly closing her eyes again. Yes, she'd been on a date with David. She remembered going out in her little blue dress, excited to be out. It'd been so long since she'd been out because of the accident.

Tiff shook her head violently. No! She didn't want to think about that. It'd ruin the happy.

Happy...

David's face, his white smile gleaming, swam into her foggy thoughts again. He as so nice. He always opened door for her and asked how she was. Always paid for the meal like a gentleman. He hadn't had a lot of money lately, so they hadn't been out in awhile. And the accident. But she wasn't thinking about that. She was thinking about David!

She slipped in and out of consciousness, unsure of how much time was passing. She didn't care about it, hough, she only cared about David.

Where was David, anyhow? he had his own car...a nice black one with leather seats. He'd never let her eat or drink in the car because of those seat. But he had one...so why wasn't she with him?

She opened her eyes and tried to sit up again. Her body hurt so much, though, that she couldn't. A soft groan slipped from her lips as she relaxed her body again. Tiff noticed there was a fur coat laid out on her. It was warm and pretty, but she didn't recognise it. David must have gotten it for her! How could she forget such a beautiful gift? She struggled to move her hand and feel the soft inside of the coat. It was wet; it must have started to rain.

Suddenly the taxi took a hard left and Tiff had to grip the seat to keep herself form falling out of the seat. The driver muttered a panicked apology and accelerated. Tiff muttered curses under her breath in annoyance, but soon she was back to her foggy state of glee.

Where was David, though? She was scared now. She wanted her David. Again, she slipped unto unconsciousness, but she couldn't help but worry about David.

She dreamed a little; there was so much darkness behind her eyes. Tiff could see nothing but felt the blows hit her body. They came in every direction, but no matter how she swung her fists out, she couldn't reach her attacker. She started to cry, wondering where David was. She wanted David back! Where was David?

The taxi driver slammed on the brakes and Tiff tumbled out of her seat. She cried out and tried to raise herself up but couldn't.

"Oh, shit!" the driver cursed, pulling off to the side of the road. The car stopped and he jumped out to help her back into the seat. His eyes were really wide. "I'm real sorry, lady." She didn't know why he was so freaked out. She was too tired to yell at him and too sore to hit him. "Are you okay?"

She grunted in response and he seemed to take that as a yes. Once she was back in the seat and wrapped tightly in the coat, the driver rushed back to the wheel and took off again. He was more careful about his stops and turns now, though, so Tiff didn't fly out of her seat again.

Now that she was pleasantly settled, she tried to remember her dream. It had been dark; that was all her tired mind could come up with. She deemed the dream unimportant and went back to thinking about David.

Their date was at a nice Italian restaurant. Though David hated Italian, he'd taken her there because it was Tiff's favorite place. He was so thoughtful that way.

A jolt of pain shot through her skull as the cabbie turned right. It brought the dream back, the pounding blows from a hidden untouchable assailant...and the accident, oh, the accident...

he'd said he didn't mean it. That's what made it an accident. She had been hurt so bad, but it was just an accident. Her face had swollen black and blue all over, she hadn't been able to go out for weeks without feeling eyes on her, but it'd all been an accident...

"David..." she whimpered. Then, louder: "David! Where's David?" Panic laced her voice until it completely took over and she was screaming hysterically for her David. The cabbie tried to calm her down from up front, but she wouldn't have it. So he pulled over again and when to the back seat.

"Shh, lady, just calm down," he told her, "screamin' ain't gonna help nothin'. Who's David?"

Tiff sucked in a quick breath of air before choking out: "My boyfriend!"

The cabbie looked surprised for a moment, then almost guilty. He looked like a bearer of bad news to Tiff.

"What happened?" she pleaded, tears running down her face. "Where's my David?"

"Uh, look lady--"

"Tiff! Stop calling me lady, my name is Tiff!" she screeched, her throat aching.

"Okay, okay, Tiff," the cabbie said. He paused, hesitating. Would he want to know? Yes, probably. "Look, Tiff, I dunno how to tell you think, but... I think your boyfriend did this."

He carefully pulled the coat off of her, revealing a bloodied dress underneath. Her pretty blue dress. Another gush of tears ran down her cheeks.

"I found you way far out from the city," the cabbie explained, "and I thought the coat might help the bleeding. Some lady left it behind last night. Thank God for drunks, eh?" He paused again. "Are you gonna be okay? I need to drive...we're almost to the hospital."

Tiff thought for a moment--or at least as close as she could get to thinking in her foggy, distraught state. Was she going to be okay? David had hurt her. He'd hurt her so bad she'd bled. Could she be okay?

Then again, he'd done it before.

"Yeah, she told the cabbie, "I'll be okay."