I told him to slow down, over and over again. I told him to stop passing cars. He was weaving in and out of each lane he was in. The last time I checked his speed before it had happened he was going about 100 miles an hour. I repeated myself even louder, "SLOW DOWN!" He of course didn't listen to me. Why would he? If I would have been a smart person I would, and should have told him to stop and let me out. Sure we were in the middle of nowhere, but I probably had a better chance with that than being with him. It was though already to late for that. It's all to late now.
My friend Bobby and I were heading home from a night out. Just us guys hanging out, doing guy stuff you know? Just having a little guy time. Well we had decided to take his truck to wherever we went. I think I remember us going out to a burger shop and maybe a little time for some shopping at a video game store. I am not sure what we were doing, all I can remember is the ride home. He was just speeding and speeding. He would slow down a little bit, but then pick up his speed again. If there was a car in front of him, and he would just go right around that car without any hesitation. Now you have to realize that we aren't on a freeway or a two lane, one way road. We were on a normal highway, where their are cars going in opposite directions. I was griping the JC (Jesus Christ) handle with all my might. I was sacred out of my wits.
Why didn't I tell him to let me out or soothing? Well it never occurred to me, but I guess there is no point dwelling on what has happened right? I can't change it no matter how much I want to. So anyway we were heading home, and we were about maybe 20 minutes away from my house, when my phone started humming in my pocket. So, I pull out my iPhone and see that my girlfriend, Rachel, is calling me. I pick it up say hello and hear her say,"Hey baby, where are you? I am at your house waiting for you. I thought we were going out?"
I had remembered but I thought I would make her wait for me for once. She used to always be late for me when I would go to pick her up. She would be out with her friends and such. "Oh I am on my way I should be their in about 15 minutes babe. Sorry."
She responds in a irritated tone, "Oh alright see you soon then?"
I say "Yes of course baby! I love you, you know that right?" But that was the last thing I heard and the last thing I said. All of a sudden their was this huge amount of pressure on my chest from my seatbelt. I was thrown forward. At this point I don't even know what the fuck had happened to my phone. I see glass shattering everywhere. Then I feel myself thrown to the side as the car slides on the blacktop towards a tree. I can barely see i, but it keeps getting closer and closer. Then all of a sudden darkness hits . . . .
My eyes open up. All I can see it white as I am looking up towards the sky. I hear some sirens and people screaming and saying, "Oh my god what happened here?" My entire body aches with complete and utter agony. Everything, every inch of my body burns with pain. My eyes start to focus I look down and see that my legs are smashed up, and bent the opposite way. I can start to feel the darkness coming again, but before it comes I see Rachel running towards me tears running down her face. . . .
That was the last thing I remember, and that was the last time I was alive. My name is Roger Kentin, and this is the story of how I died.
This is a fictional story created by Noah Mark Bitney.
Very nice !!
ReplyDeleteI like it. A bit strange, because I've written a quite similar story about a car accident (=