Teeny Tiny Tales of Torment

It was late out. The party was over. My mind was flooded, and I couldn’t stand up straight for two seconds.

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I decided to take the car home. My stumbling friends followed. Music. My driving got worse. T-shirts flying in the wind.

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A car. Jerked into the wheel. Silence. . . .sirens.

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“Help! Help!”

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Stuck in the seatbelt. Couldn’t move.

Looked left, my friends face was pale. Eyes closed. Mouth full.

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Crying. Screaming.

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The other car had a baby. We heard the screams.

“Help! My baby! Please! Somebody!”

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I noticed my blood. I noticed all of the blood.

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Then I wondered about my mom. How she would look like when she got the news, that her daughter had died in a car crash.

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“We surround ourselves with luxury when sometimes our life can get ended with a single bad decision.”

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