‘The Suicide Room’ by Adam Ross
From Five Chapters:
We were sitting on the floor of Will’s dorm room, smoking pot, when the conversation turned to death.
“My sister, Elise, saw her boyfriend get killed in a car wreck,” Casey said. She exhaled contemplatively, blowing a stream of smoke toward the lit end of the joint, which she held like a cigarette.
“They’d left this party together. But they were in separate cars. And . . . what was his name — Doug! He was driving behind her. He had all these kids from the party piled in his dad’s Mustang.
Apparently he wasn’t drunk or anything, but they were driving on this winding road along the coast near our house, and the next thing Elise sees in the rearview mirror is the Mustang crashing through the guardrail and going over the cliff.”
“She saw this?” Alyssa said.
Casey passed her the joint and she took a hit even though she didn’t like pot. Casey and Will were both seniors; they’d been a couple since the dawn of time. I was going to break up with Alyssa that night, but she didn’t know it yet. It was 1986, and we’d just started our sophomore year.
