She fell; gentle like snow.
Even from a young age Rachel had always felt she had a sense of purpose. Commended by friends and tutors throughout her years in school, she had applied herself at any and all tasks with a determination thought to be uncommon amongst her peers. Her years spent at Wentworth State University had cemented these principles; shaping her into the driven young business graduate she was today. Now though, as her soft ashen face laying against the cold winter ground, white blond hair sodden with her own blood, none of that seemed to matter, it was just an effort for her to concentrate on the erratic labour of breathing.
The red sedan, key still in the ignition, sat squatly on the corner of Washington and 5th, the dent on its bonnet standing defiantly against rational belief. The young man who had been driving was still fighting to get to her side through the press of onlookers when she slipped into unconsciousness.
She awoke to the sterile light of the intensive ca