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Okay so, I just saw this terrible lifetime movie type thing about a drunk driver and it made me really want to write about it. So I did, because I'm really gay and love to be a sexy, nude author. Okay so, read it if you want.
It felt so good to drive and drive. Even if the window isn’t cracked, I could still hear the sound of the other vehicles whizzing by me in a blur. My foot was tapping to the sound of the string instruments blaring out of my cheaply installed speakers. The sound quality wasn’t an issue, because through the static and the quiet clicking, I could still hear the words of the most beautiful songs. I would light up my ciggarette and blow the puffy grey smoke through the cracked window. The feeling of the wheel moving slightly under my grip was exhilarating, but only for a moment. That moment, turned into another moment, that formed a chain of scenes that led me into the Oak tree that wrapped around the corner of Lake st.
I was dead. I didn’t notice. To only myself, I was still breathing. I was still crying, and feeling the rip of my skin that had opened as my knee cap peaked through the wound. I could still smell the stench of the fresh blood on my face. It was amazing how real the shattered glass felt in my face and the way the streetlight made my body glow. I screamed at the EMT as he ripped my favorite sweater, as he pulled my body from the wreckage. As he layed my flesh on the uncomfortable white stretcher, I felt as I was standing. In fact, I was standing. I must of looked so ghostly to them. I must of looked so magical, and sad, and afraid. However, as I stared at the man who zipped up the bag over my head, I realized they couldn’t see me standing there with my hands on my face, smearing more blood. I was dead.
I walked up to my car, that was tangled up in a tree that had cracked my car in half and crushed it into a small little box. I looked at the flashing lights that were driving away with my once young and warm body. I swear I felt a tear slip into my mouth, but remembered that I most likely couldn’t feel anything, except the realization that life, as I knew it, was over. I stood there, with the thought of how it was an hour ago, the window cracked, the ciggerette burning and the music blaring out of those god awful speakers. I remember the feeling on the moonlight on my skin through the thick panes of windshield. The same windshield that had thrown little pieces of itself into my skin. I kept whispering to myself, everything feels so real right now. I swear I can feel the pain right now. I swear I can hear a voice, but it’s so distant right now. “What is wrong with me?, I’m dead, Can’t I realize this? They already took my body away”.
As I stood there, in disbelief of the events that had just taken place, I felt something touch my shoulder. I was startled, because I couldn’t imagine what could be touching me, no one could see me. I turned around and saw a man. In a dark blue uniform and a shiny gold badge hanging from his shirt. He mumbled words to me. It was unreal, so I opened my mouth to speak, and all that came out was “ How can you see me,I’m dead”. Very slowly, the man explained to me that I wasn’t dead, that I only had a few scratches and some open wounds that had to be taken care of. I opened my eyes as wide as golf balls. I said to him “ But, I saw them take my body away in the ambulance. I saw them zip up the bag over me”. In a somber, and almost shaky voice the police officer said to me “ You mean you saw the body of the 11 year old girl you killed” I fell to my knees and landed right next to the empty whiskey bottle that had been thrown to the ground when they opened the door. I was drunk.
It felt so good to drive and drive. Even if the window isn’t cracked, I could still hear the sound of the other vehicles whizzing by me in a blur. My foot was tapping to the sound of the string instruments blaring out of my cheaply installed speakers. The sound quality wasn’t an issue, because through the static and the quiet clicking, I could still hear the words of the most beautiful songs. I would light up my ciggarette and blow the puffy grey smoke through the cracked window. The feeling of the wheel moving slightly under my grip was exhilarating, but only for a moment. That moment, turned into another moment, that formed a chain of scenes that led me into the Oak tree that wrapped around the corner of Lake st.
I was dead. I didn’t notice. To only myself, I was still breathing. I was still crying, and feeling the rip of my skin that had opened as my knee cap peaked through the wound. I could still smell the stench of the fresh blood on my face. It was amazing how real the shattered glass felt in my face and the way the streetlight made my body glow. I screamed at the EMT as he ripped my favorite sweater, as he pulled my body from the wreckage. As he layed my flesh on the uncomfortable white stretcher, I felt as I was standing. In fact, I was standing. I must of looked so ghostly to them. I must of looked so magical, and sad, and afraid. However, as I stared at the man who zipped up the bag over my head, I realized they couldn’t see me standing there with my hands on my face, smearing more blood. I was dead.
I walked up to my car, that was tangled up in a tree that had cracked my car in half and crushed it into a small little box. I looked at the flashing lights that were driving away with my once young and warm body. I swear I felt a tear slip into my mouth, but remembered that I most likely couldn’t feel anything, except the realization that life, as I knew it, was over. I stood there, with the thought of how it was an hour ago, the window cracked, the ciggerette burning and the music blaring out of those god awful speakers. I remember the feeling on the moonlight on my skin through the thick panes of windshield. The same windshield that had thrown little pieces of itself into my skin. I kept whispering to myself, everything feels so real right now. I swear I can feel the pain right now. I swear I can hear a voice, but it’s so distant right now. “What is wrong with me?, I’m dead, Can’t I realize this? They already took my body away”.
As I stood there, in disbelief of the events that had just taken place, I felt something touch my shoulder. I was startled, because I couldn’t imagine what could be touching me, no one could see me. I turned around and saw a man. In a dark blue uniform and a shiny gold badge hanging from his shirt. He mumbled words to me. It was unreal, so I opened my mouth to speak, and all that came out was “ How can you see me,I’m dead”. Very slowly, the man explained to me that I wasn’t dead, that I only had a few scratches and some open wounds that had to be taken care of. I opened my eyes as wide as golf balls. I said to him “ But, I saw them take my body away in the ambulance. I saw them zip up the bag over me”. In a somber, and almost shaky voice the police officer said to me “ You mean you saw the body of the 11 year old girl you killed” I fell to my knees and landed right next to the empty whiskey bottle that had been thrown to the ground when they opened the door. I was drunk.