The car skidded to a holt but it wasn't enough to stop before the huge willow tree at the side of the road. Was this a dream? In an instant, I realised that this was no dream. the whole bottle of bourbon had finally taken it's toll and now my once shiny, sleek car was lying on the road, without the windscreen intact. My friend, Steve, was groaning in the back of the car- hope filled my punctured heart, he was alive! My boyfriend Mark next to me was still. I prayed to God that he was just unconcious. 1
Sirens could be heard in the distance and I knew they were coming for me. And Mark. And Steve. I looked down at my hands, shining in thick, red blood. No dream but reality. It doesn't take much to get in this situation and I hate myself for it. The paramedics hurry towards the smoken, broken car.2
Could it be too late?3
Author notes
This is a true story of a great friend of mine although she was only 18 at the time.
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Tragic, but good I hope u write more!
Edited on Dec 11, 1:46 p.m. because ''. -
Yes, tragic indeed and all too often true. I don't care if a person drinks themselve silly each and every night, just so long as they don't endanger others by getting behind the wheel. I hope it's not too late for your friend and that all in the car came through. Nicely told!
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A deeply moving tragic story- well done
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