An Untitled Short Story - By: Me
She slowly pulled away and wiped the black tears from her eyes. In her rear-view mirror she could see him storm inside. Before the heave oak door could close behind him, he was already kneeled over in an emotional wreck. She stopped at the sign around the corner, cleared the make-up streaming down her face, and re-did the liner. After she was again satisfied with her looks, she continued on her way, still frustrated with what was said; what was done.
She was on her way home to vent when Anna called. She invited her over to hang out with a few friends they both knew, and also to forget about the argument. She quickly agreed and changed direction toward Anna’s.
As she was driving, she couldn’t help but worry about what had happened earlier. How will this affect their relationship? Could they ever forgive each other? It was a catharsis of sadness, anger, and just plain giving up on the situation. She was so indulged in the feelings she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. Just driving, automatically it seemed, to Anna’s house.
She didn’t notice the boy on the side of the road, little did she know he was use to that. Without warning or hesitation, the teenaged boy leaped out in front of her white Chevy and over the hood and roof, leaving a red blood smear while breaking the windshield and chipping some paint along the path. Her car was screeching to a halt before he was even over the top, but it was too late. The damage had been done. His final attempt at suicide had succeeded. People were now stopping to check out the two youths, they noticed him now.
The paramedics and police arrived to question the witnesses and the girl. The boy was taken to the Emergency Room: D.O.A.
The girl, still sitting in her car, her mind no longer on the fight earlier, was asked by the officers if she had known the boy prior to the accident. She did not. They figured she did because of the bloodstained, handwritten note they found in his hand. It read, “I just wanted to leave an impact in someone’s life.”
She was on her way home to vent when Anna called. She invited her over to hang out with a few friends they both knew, and also to forget about the argument. She quickly agreed and changed direction toward Anna’s.
As she was driving, she couldn’t help but worry about what had happened earlier. How will this affect their relationship? Could they ever forgive each other? It was a catharsis of sadness, anger, and just plain giving up on the situation. She was so indulged in the feelings she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going. Just driving, automatically it seemed, to Anna’s house.
She didn’t notice the boy on the side of the road, little did she know he was use to that. Without warning or hesitation, the teenaged boy leaped out in front of her white Chevy and over the hood and roof, leaving a red blood smear while breaking the windshield and chipping some paint along the path. Her car was screeching to a halt before he was even over the top, but it was too late. The damage had been done. His final attempt at suicide had succeeded. People were now stopping to check out the two youths, they noticed him now.
The paramedics and police arrived to question the witnesses and the girl. The boy was taken to the Emergency Room: D.O.A.
The girl, still sitting in her car, her mind no longer on the fight earlier, was asked by the officers if she had known the boy prior to the accident. She did not. They figured she did because of the bloodstained, handwritten note they found in his hand. It read, “I just wanted to leave an impact in someone’s life.”