Listening for the usual calls of ''Taxi!'', I was just focusing on the road, trying to push irrelevent thoughts away. Yes, I was a taxi driver. It was the only job available for now, until I get enough money to afford an apartment room, and move out of my parents' basement. It was a rainy night, but at least I could still see since I was in downtown, where a lot of light was shining. My attention was caught by a call of ''Taxi!''. I stopped the car and a young woman in a yellow jacket came in through the back. 

''Where to?'' I asked the passenger, awaiting for her reply.

''Home.'' She simply said.

''And where's that?'' I questioned, confused of where she could possibly live.

''I'll direct you as you drive,'' she replied, ''like a GPS.''

As I drove around to her so called, 'Home', I couldn't help but think that I knew this girl. Her voice seemed so familiar, but I pushed the thought aside as she directed me over to the left. Soon, we were along an empty road beside a forest.

''Are you sure we're going the right way?'' I asked, nervous of our surroundings.

''I'm quite definite.'' she responded. She was so calm in a situation like this. I was sure I knew her, but it just wasn't coming to me---

''LOOK OUT!'' I heard her cry. My thoughts snapped as I saw the bright flashing lights of a truck coming right at us. I heard the girl cry out as I shut my eyes, preparing for the end. But I only heard silence. I opened my eyes, but there was no accident; no truck; nothing. 

''Miss--'' I looked around, but I didn't see anything. No girl in the yellow jacket. But as I remembered, I felt traumatized all over again.

I remembered it was weeks, maybe even months, when it happened. It was a rainy night. Me and Aireene, my girlfriend, were on a taxi - ride in a taxi I borrowed. We were driving around at night, laughing, and enjoying life. But while that happened, a truck driver lost control due to the slippery roads, and hit our taxi straight on. When I woke up in a hospital, I found out that Aireene died trying to protect me from getting the maximum blow that killed her. Hearing that, I was traumatized for life; refusing to do anything but think of my deceased girlfriend. So the only solution to get me back on my feet was to take these pills that helped me slowly forget about the accident, and my girlfriend. Days later, they held a funeral for Aireene, but the docters didn`t even give me the invitation, probably fearing that I might remember everything and get traumatized all over again. I only knew about the funeral because I saw a card addressed to me on the front desk, and it was talking about the funeral. But I ignored it, because the pills affected my memories, and I had no idea who that woman was. But now I understood why this was happening. Aireene`s spirit wanted me to remember everything about the accident, which helped me remember her again. The next morning, I drove to the funeral home where Aireene was buried. I walked over to her grave, and cried on her epitaph.