Girls and Cars

No one was around as she walked down the street.  She felt so tired, like she hadn’t slept for days.  Nothing seemed to matter now that he was gone.  She told him not to drink it, but he did anyways.  He knew that alcohol and antidepressants didn’t mix, he had gone through the lecture with her.  She couldn’t help him this time; he was too far-gone.  All she could do was watch as he ended his life.  Everything on the street reminded her of him.  She couldn’t take it anymore.  She needed to go far away, where no one could follow.  Malaysia, Japan, China, none of these would do.  She needed more distance from this awful place.  To the train station, down the street and around the corner is where she decided to go.  She lifted her feet real slow, the weight of them more then she could handle.  She stepped over the curb and fell.  She laid there too tired to get up.  She heard the honks and saw the lights, but her body didn’t stir.  Her chest heaved because she knew these were her last moments in life.  Her head turned towards the sidewalk she had just stepped off of so she wouldn’t see her approaching death and saw him standing there.  His eyes were filled with sorrow, but he had a smile on his face.  He gestured for her to come to him, but it was too late.  The lights and honks had drawn to close.1