From His Own Stupid Acts

by steph   Jun 26, 2006


His body didnt move and his lips didnt open, he was laying there his face in so much pain it was almost numb. His face covered in blood his jeans ripped and his top no longer the clean white it was, but red and brown. He couldnt remember how he got there or what had happened. There were so many people surrounding him, people crying, and glass on the ground. Street lights shining into his eyes the sound of an ambulance coming closer and closer. He was now struggling for air, his mind closing down, and his eyes closing slowly. Then the ambulance arrived, running over with a stretcher. He wanted to scream for help to tell them to run faster, but he had no energy left. As his eyes completely shut, he wondered if he would make it, would the paramedics make it over to him in time.
He opened his eyes, clean clothes all the blood gone, but not one wound. This wasnt right had it been a dream, but as he looked around he saw the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. Long brown hair and the most luminous green eyes, the dress she wore was the most elegant. She couldnt be what he thought but she was she was an angel. He knew she was when she placed her hand on his, directing his eyes down below them. The whole seen flashed before his eyes, he had been drunk and he drove, but not only with himself but with his 3 best friends. He had killed not only himself with his own stupid acts, but the 3 people he held closest.

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